The seventy-first minute arrived quickly. Northcastle Rising Stars players were pushing their bodies to the limit, their faces slick with sweat and their muscles screaming.
On the other side, Hastings Coastal Academy had retreated into a defensive shell. They were no longer trying to score. They were simply trying to exist until the final whistle blew.
[> "Seventy-one minutes on the clock," "Hastings are parked. They have eleven n behind the ball. It’s a wall of blue and white." "Toby looking lively," "But he’s running into a cul-de-sac. Hastings are giving him the outside, but they’ve got three n waiting in the box." "It’s brutal football now," "Nervy, physical, and completely lacking in space. One mistake will decide this." "Maddox is staring at the pitch like he’s seeing a ghost," "He’s not shouting. What could be going through his mind right now?" "Maddox giving instructions to his captain," "During a dead ball, that’s when the best managers make their move. Let’s see if Rising Stars change their approach." "Stones going wide early," "That’s a change in the pattern." "Whittaker with the chip!" "Toby is through!"
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