Beep!
The shrill sound of the whistle cut through the roaring crowd as the match resumed after the thunderous celebration.
With the score now level, the stakes felt even higher. Both teams threw their caution aside and charged headlong into the battle, like starved beasts scenting blood.
Every pass was sharper, every tackle harder as desperation laced the very air they breathed.
The title, the dream, was at stake— no one was willing to let go of the dream.
This desperation led the players to draw out the latent power hidden within.
The rhythm of the game turned brutal as both sides tested their strengths.
Crashes of shins, desperate slides, and last-ditch clearances painted the pitch with chaos. It was no longer just a match—it was war.
