"FWEEE!" the referee's whistle blew.
Lukas took one look at the ball, another at the goal, and started his run up. He hit the ball cleanly with his left foot and the wall jumped immediately.
Schlotterbeck, who was on the outermost part of the wall, felt the ball slightly brush hair as it curled around the wall. The whole crowd seemed to hold its breath as it continued on its path, unimpeded.
Kobel sprinted into action, diving at full stretch towards his right to get something on the ball.
But it was fruitless.
BANG!
The goal frame reverberated as the ball hit the intersection between the crossbar and the left post before nestling in the net.
"OH MY WORD! What a goal! Lukas Brandt has put Frankfurt ahead just before half-time! Wonderful free kick! Kobel stood no chance!"
Lukas ran over to the left corner-flag facing the fans. Immediately he went past the flag, he stopped, put his hands together as if in prayer, and bowed to them.
