Greatest Of All Legends

{Musialaaaa!!!} Martin and Trevor screamed in the commentary box, one name echoing around the stadium as everyone held their breath for the umpteenth time in this match.

The ball took off from the ground, flying at goal powerfully, but it had barely advanced a few meters forward when a boot appeared in it's path, deflecting it up and over the goal.

{Blocked by Jason! He came out of nowhere to stop that shot!}

Crashing to the ground and heaving tiredly, Jason gulped air in large amounts, breathing harder than ever.

He had never run like this before in his life.

Right after taking the corner kick, he had stepped onto the field, intending to help his team hold the ball after the corner, but suddenly the ball was flying towards their own goal on the other side of the pitch.

He didn't even know when he started running, but he didn't stop himself as he was prepared to do anything to ensure they didn't lose the game at this point.

Musiala had a head start, but luckily, Alex Sandro had bought Jason just enough time to barely intercept the shot, and he was glad he did because, from where he stood, there was no way Buffon would reach the ball if it made it to the front of the goal.

*Fweeee! Fweeeeee! Fweeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!*

The referee's whistle finally went off, bringing an end to the game's ninety minutes.

Some Uventus players and fans could not help giving the referee dirty side-eyes after the man had almost caused them to have a heart attack.

{There goes the final whistle! Uventus survive a desperate situation in the final moments of the ninety, and the two sides will get an extra thirty minutes to decide a winner!}

{And if we still don't have a winner after extra time, then penalties it is!} Trevor said as the players of the two teams started heading to their team's technical areas for a quick rest and tactical break.

Trying to stand up with Buffon's help so they could join the others on the side, Jason felt a sudden sting in his ankle.

"Ow, ow ow," gasps of pain escaped his lips involuntarily as he stood up.

"Are you okay?" Buffon asked worriedly.

"Yeah, I think I just strained my ankle a little bit," Jason replied, realizing that he probably landed wrongly on his ankle while trying to block the shot earlier.

"They should check that," Buffon said, trying to give Jason a shoulder, but Jason brushed him off.

"Don't worry about it. It's manageable enough," Jason said as he began walking off, his face unmoving. It was just a light sting anyway.

Meeting up with the rest of the players in the technical area, Jason sat down after receiving compliments from the rest of the squad for blocking the earlier shot.

"Andrea, check Jason's ankle," Buffon had gone to drag along a female medic to check Jason's injury.

"Are you injured? What happened?" Pirlo's ear shot up immediately.

This was not the kind of news he wanted to hear at this point in the game.

"I'm fine, it's just a little strain. I think I twisted my ankle a bit, but I can play on," Jason replied quickly, resisting the urge to give Buffon a dirty side eye.

He accepted the medical care though. he knew he wasn't too seriously injured… or at least, that's what it felt like.

Luckily, it was his left ankle which wouldn't impede him too much. His movements might be affected if it became too painful to move with and he would probably be less effective on his left side, but he was primarily a right-footed person anyway.

Pirlo nodded to the medic and began talking to the players while the medic quickly took off Jason's left boot to check his ankle.

Another staff member quickly arrived to massage him to improve blood flow and help reduce whatever pain he might be feeling. Everyone knew that Jason could not afford to be injured at the moment.

They didn't have any other player on the bench who could play on the left wing and Jason's presence was one of the very important factors keeping them in the game so far.

Just the attacking threat he possessed was enough to keep the Bayern team on edge, causing more players to stay behind just to counter him.

Andres checked Jason's ankle after untaping it and luckily, there wasn't any swelling or anything else, indicating that the sprain was pretty mild.

"Avoid putting too much pressure on this leg. Also, try not to get tackled hard,"

"For now, it doesn't seem like much, but if there's really a strain, then injuring it further will not be good," Andres said as he gave his ankle a quick massage, sprayed painkillers and then, taped it right back for Jason before handing him back his socks and boot.

"Alright, thanks," Jason said with a little smile as he picked up his socks and began putting it back on, slotting his shin guards in as well while listening to Pirlo with one ear.

"You're welcome. Just remember not to strain yourself," Andrea said, pulling back with a slightly red face.

Jason had leaned in when trying to pick up his shin guard that she had forgotten to hand over and his face had gotten pretty close.

Andrea was over thirty years of age, but even she was not immune to Jason's face, especially now when it was partly covered with sweat, not to mention she had been holding his legs just moments earlier and could still remember the firm feel of his muscles.

Turning away, she scampered off, unaware of Jason's eyes glancing up at her and landing on her rear for a second before he turned away.

"What's wrong with her?" he muttered, confused.

"This handsome, stupid sonnuva," Mckennie who had arrived to check on Jason, had watched the whole scene like it was an episode of some K-drama.

"Ni**a, you're really asking why a woman is reacting like that around you? You???" Mckennie groaned while swinging an arm around Jason's neck.

"Man, get your sweaty a** away from me," Jason retorted as he dodged Mckennie's shoulder hug.

He was used to sweaty contact on the pitch, but that didn't mean he liked sweaty contact when he wasn't on the pitch.

"Come now, let daddy give you a hug," Mckennie continued, wanting to pester Jason some more.

"Bruh, be serious," Jason rolled his eyes at him and quickly laced his boot.

Getting back up to test his leg, he noticed his left leg was mostly numb thanks to the painkiller spray, but it didn't feel too unnatural and wasn't much of a problem.

Turning his focus back to Pirlo, who was still talking.

"Keep doing what we've been doing. Stay tight at the back, don't let them get in behind, don't give them space,"

"We must avoid conceding goals, but if we concede a goal early, don't panic, we have the grace of thirty minutes, we can get a goal in the remaining time."

While Pirlo addressed his players, the clock quickly ran down and the players were soon heading back to the pitch and spreading out into their positions on their halves of the field.

On the Uventus side, there was a change with Dybala coming on for Morata.

Pirlo had brought him on to share some of the pressure with Jason. Dybala's role was the same as Jason's and Bernadeshi's.

To drive the ball forward, wrecking havoc in the opponent's side of the field and pulling defending players out of position so that other Uventus players teammates could get into dangerous areas unimpeded.

*Fweeeeeeeee!*

{Ninety minutes were not enough to decide who would be going home with the Champions League trophy, so we'll get another thirty minutes of extra time}

{Thirty minutes of additional excitement for us viewers, but for the players, maybe not so much}

{They have spent themselves out there during the ninety minutes and now, they just might be playing through the pain, the exhaustion}

{However, it is in moments like this that heroes are born!} Trevor had barely begun his commentary when the Bayern team which had been contenting themselves with passing the ball around among the defenders suddenly began to move the ball up the field.

Slowly but surely, the ball began moving around among the Bayern players while the Uventus players chased continuously after them, trying to retrieve the ball, but falling short every time.

Before long, the ball was passed to Kimmich who had come forward on an overlapping run.

Jason, who was nearby, quickly rushed up to him on the press, trying to steal the ball back and forcing Kimmich to turn back.

Holding off Jason, Kimmich passed the ball to Goretzka, who in turn passed the ball to Musiala.

Receiving the ball and changing directions with a smoothly executed turn, Musiala evaded Mckennie and picked out Gnabry on the left side and running into the penalty box.

Sending a chipped pass into the left side of Uventus's penalty box, Gnabry ran in from the left to catch the ball just inside the penalty box, catching it on his chest and bringing it to the floor, but before he could even turn towards the goal, Cuadrado was on him, blocking his path toward the Uventus goal.

With a direct path to goal blocked, Gnabry made use of the fact that Cuadrado was behind him to hold him and turn around, ensuring Cuadrado couldn't block him as he turned back to face the goal from the outside.

Stubbornly, Cuadrado did his best so he couldn't be held off, but Gnabry managed to complete his turn and tried to send the ball toward Lewandowski or Muller who were in the center of the box.

Thinking Gnabry might take the chance to shoot, Chiellini had moved a bit closer to the goal so when Gnabry ended up crossing the ball, Chiellini was only able to barely move out his leg behind him, blocking the ball with his heel and deflecting it back out of the box.

Somehow the ball rolled into the path of Musiala who ran at it and swung at it beautifully.

For the second time in less than ten minutes, the commentators screamed Musiala's name as everyone in the stadium held their breath.