Confidence + ability + Frenchness = goals of arrogant flair. Mind you, I scored one like that years back, in a kick around at the AT7 Center. Took a wild deflection off a guys face, granted, but I claimed it.
I controlled a high ball in a similar manner once, killed it stone dead and it must have looked amazing. I probably shanked it into touch seconds later, so I really should have just walked off immediately and never played again. Also tried a rabona one time only, kicked my own standing leg out from under me. I hate people who are good at football.