This was it! The final match to crown the champions of the world cup. Talk about no pressure, right. Ha. Lamberto was feeling a wave of emotions along with some stress, which he was into aggressive determination and focus.

With his now changing demeanor asserting his dominance and confidence he tuned out the world for a moment as best he could to aim attention at the Quaffle.

Here we go!

Lamberto narrowed his eyes and zoomed down the field as the Quaffle was quickly in the opponent's grasp! Oh I'm on you now. The Englishman spoke to himself in the silence of his thoughts, going left and right high speed chasing after him.

The Quaffle, again, in the possession of another of India's chaser! Lamberto maneuvered himself to keep pursuit and aiming attention ahead. He could see that the Quaffle was now up in the air presumably targeted towards an indicated chaser of the opponents side. Lamberto rose higher and sped closer towards the Quaffle; however it struck its landing and India's chaser took it for himself. The English player was feeling a little frustrated but moved faster past players trying to find an opening to block the Quaffle from its target. Lamberto zigzag the field to intercept the Quaffle coming in from the right it seemed.