Dejan’s eyes sparkled with determination as he sprinted down the flank, the ball glued to his feet. Every touch was a dance — fluid, daring, and precise.

“Watch this!” he grinned, weaving past an opponent with a swift feint.

Reaching the byline, he whipped a curling cross into the box. “Heads up! This one’s coming in hot!”

He glanced back with a smirk, eager for the chaos his next move would unleash — always hungry, always ready to turn the game on its head.