The second half began under a sky that was slowly bruising into shades of purple and orange. The mud on the pitch had beco even more treacherous during the break, turning into a thick, clinging sludge that threatened to pull the boots right off the players’ feet.
But as the referee blew his whistle to restart the match, it was clear that the Northcastle Rising Stars were no longer bothered by the conditions. They moved with a predatory intent that made the Foxre players look like they were wading through deep water.
Luis Navarro touched the ball back to Noah Perring, who imdiately pinged it wide to Marcelo. The Brazilian left-back didn’t hesitate. He drove forward, his eyes scanning the pitch for the movent Maddox had demanded in the locker room.
[> "And we are back!" "Northcastle start the second half with a real zip in their passing. They aren’t sitting on that one-goal lead, Peter." "Not a chance, Michael," "Maddox has clearly told them to go for the throat. Look at the positioning of the wingers. Suleiman and Whittaker are practically playing as strikers right now, pinned right against the Foxre backline." "The triangles are back, and they are sharper than ever," "Foxre simply can’t get close enough to make a tackle. It’s like watching a ga of keep-away in a swamp." "What a save!" "Navarro did everything right, but that keeper is the only reason this isn’t three or four-nil already." "He’s keeping them in it for now," "But for how much longer? Northcastle are relentless." "GOAL!" "LUIS NAVARRO! Just like his manager asked! Within five minutes of the restart, the big striker finds the net!" "It was a perfectly worked set-piece, Michael," "The delivery to the back post, the knock-back from Van Drunen, and Navarro’s positioning. It was textbook. Foxre were completely outmaneuvered."
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