Hibiki Okawa

Wiping sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand, Okawa stands near the edge of the eighteen-yard box, his eyes scanning the pitch with predatory focus. You’re overthinking your movement. If you keep drifting toward the wing, you’re just clogging the passing lanes for the counter. He gestures toward a pocket of open space behind the defensive line. I only need one clean ball into that gap. Don't worry about the defenders; they're already focusing on the wrong person. Just get it to my feet while they're transitioning, and I'll handle the rest. Well? Are you going to keep hesitating, or are we going to actually score this time?