“You cheated,” roared Silver, glaring at Salazar. “Someone took a bloody shot at my man again.”
“The man is mental,” replied the Spaniard ignoring the Englishman. “Besides that was clearly an illegal tackle by the British.”
“Says nothing in the rules about that,” said Silver. “Your man was too slow.”
The crowds were quiet and tense knowing it would now come down to a penalty shoot out and the betting became even more frenetic. “Three shots each,” said Escobar. “Choose your men.” Vincent, George and Darkson strode forwards to be met by Gaizka, Gonzalez and Hortense. Gaizka strode forward to take the first Spanish kick. The entire crowd moved around behind the left hand goal and Pline took up his position. Gaizka ran forward and hammered the ball at Pline who got a despairing hand to it b
