Toby fired a low, hard cross across the face of the goal. It bypassed the diving Jas Mitchell. It bypassed the sliding Alex Morgan.
Luis Navarro lunged forward. He was inches away from the ball. He could see the leather, see the stitching. He threw his whole body at it, his boot outstretched.
Clang!
The ball hit the base of the post and spun out.
[> "OFF THE POST AGAIN!" "Rising Stars are cursed! How many tis can they hit the woodwork?" "Seventy-six minutes," "Northcastle Rising Stars are doing everything right. They found the weakness. They exploited the right-back. They created the perfect chance. And still, the score remains 2-1." "Hastings are hanging on by their fingernails," "They’re exhausted. Robert Hayes has used all his subs, but his team is spent." "Bhatt on the ball," "He’s looking for the killer pass." "NAVARRO!" "GOOOOOOOOOAL!" "THEY’VE DONE IT! NORTHCASTLE RISING STARS HAVE EQUALIZED!" "Look at that," "They don’t want the draw. They want the win. The montum has completely shifted." "We are set for a grandstand finish," "Can Rising Stars complete the coback? Or can Hastings find one last gasp of energy? Don’t go anywhere, folks. This is football at its most dramatic."
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