He had already hit the woodwork and sent in multiple delicious crosses, and he had made more extended sprints than seemed humanly possible by the 88th minute. But Fafa Picault wanted a victory; he wanted to leave Orlando with three points.
So when he received Haris Medunjanin’s pass out wide, his entire focus was on getting into shooting position. Everybody else on the field was dragging, but Picault was fired on by thoughts of nine points in eight days. He zigged, zagged, cut, and cut again. Oriol Rosell was left twisting, the rest of the Orlando defense could scarcely believe the Union winger still had possession of the ball after so many changes of direction in tight spaces.