After all, at 33 years old, I am no longer that swift young man.
So, with cunning, he chose to dribble slowly towards Robertson.
When the distance between them narrowed to less than a meter, Robertson couldn't hold back, instinctively stretching out his foot to try and intercept the ball.
But this move played right into Robben's trap.
With a light tap from Robben's left foot, his body flew past Robertson like a swallow, effortlessly dribbling and starting to cut inside.
"Here he goes again!"
Seeing this, Diego exclaimed inwardly, aware of the danger but obliged to rush forward on defense.
Last season, Diego was still Robben's close teammate, very familiar with his playing style.
He knew well that once Robben charged forward, defending him would be next to impossible.
"Get out of my way!"
Robben shouted with a smile, deftly nudging with his left foot, squeezing Diego behind him.
