At the 48th minute.
On the other side of the field, Tesuka recovered the ball once again. This time, his short passing game, control, and S-tier agility made the difference.
He dodged two defenders, dribbling between them with a perfectly executed step over.
> "You're on fire, Tesuka!" shouted Abdoul, ready to leap forward.
But the opposing defense quickly regrouped. Assumani, the central defender for Prince Louis, stopped the attack dead in its tracks by positioning himself right in front of Abdoul.
> "Not this time, kid," he growled.
At the 49th minute.
The battle was intense, and the ball was moving rapidly from one side to the other. Following a corner, Prince Louis got an opportunity.
Bakari leaped and delivered a powerful header, forcing Olenga into a fingertip reflex save.
The ball bounced in the box, where Amor tried to push it in, but Petro intervened just in time to clear it under pressure.
50th minute — Stadium on edge. Score: PvP FC 8 - 0 Prince Louis FC
The match seemed settled, but Prince Louis FC wasn't ready to give up. Despite being overwhelmed from the start, the players still held on to a spark of pride that even the score hadn't extinguished.
As PvP FC lost a harmless ball in the opposing half after an overhit pass from Salu, Amor recovered and immediately directed it toward Raoul, their attacking midfielder, who dropped deep to pick up the ball between the lines.
> "Come on, guys! We're playing for our pride now!" shouted Raoul as he launched the transition.
Raoul, ball at his feet, lifted his head. Bamchwe tried to sprint back from the halfway line.
— He's going for the press… too late.
In a flash, Raoul feinted left, then cut sharply to the right, leaving Bamchwe behind with a clean, pure move, sparking a reaction in the stands.
> "Woooahhh! That cut from Raoul, what finesse!" exclaimed Madi, the commentator.
Kamikaze, PvP FC's defensive rock, stepped up to close the space. But Raoul read it early, adjusted his control toward the center, and accelerated with three sharp touches of his right foot.
> "Don't let him shoot!" screamed Petro, backing off cautiously to cover.
The crowd roared, sensing the action was heating up. Tesuka, who had dropped back to defend, attempted an interception near the center circle — but Raoul dodged him with a quick nutmeg, sending shivers through the stands.
> "Oh! A nutmeg on Tesuka! That's a declaration of war!" shouted Madi in shock.
Raoul, now 30 meters from the goal, linked up with Bakari on the left. One-two. Raoul received the ball back right at the edge of the box, from a tight angle. Kamikaze sprinted in to cover, arms raised.
> "OLENGA! COVER YOUR NEAR POST!" Kamikaze screamed, sweating with panic.
Olenga reacted, stepping off his line with quick footwork. Raoul unleashed a low, driven left-footed shot across goal, aiming for the far corner.
Time seemed to freeze. The ball zipped through. The silence in the stadium grew heavy. Olenga dived.
But...
> Too late.
The ball barely grazed the turf and died just inside the left post, brushing the keeper's gloves before he crashed to the ground with a dull thud.
GOAL FOR PRINCE LOUIS FC!
Prince Louis FC's bench erupted, players screaming as Raoul raised a clenched fist, silent, his eyes cold and focused.
> "RAOUL SCORES A GEM IN THIS DESERT OF DEFEAT! 8 to 1 — finally, a response from Prince Louis!" Madi announced, voice trembling with emotion.
> "I said we'd walk out with our heads high... and it starts now," Raoul whispered to himself, tapping his chest.
Tesuka stood at the halfway line, arms crossed.
> "I got tricked… This guy's more dangerous than I thought," he said to Salu as he repositioned.
> "Don't worry. Let's bring the pressure back."
The match had just been struck by an unexpected spark. Prince Louis FC's offensive pride had finally been salvaged.
At the 53rd minute
The ball was timidly rolling back toward the center circle after Prince Louis FC's goal. But to Tesuka, every minute counted — every second was a chance to express himself, a moment to elevate the game. Raoul had barely finished his celebration when Tesuka was already placing his foot on the ball, eyes sharply scanning forward. He exchanged a knowing glance with Salu, his midfield partner.
> "One more time?" he asked calmly, barely out of breath.
Salu nodded. Without hesitation, the duo launched a swift restart, almost insolent in its fluidity. Tesuka surged forward with the ball, performing two perfectly timed step-overs rank A, his legs dancing with uncommon technique.
Assumani, the opposing center-back, tried to lunge in.
> "Stop him! He's setting up a cross!" he yelled to Moustapha.
But it was too late. Tesuka had already slipped a diagonal pass to Elysée, their left-back flying up the wing. Elysée controlled it in full stride, then whipped in a sharp cross into the box. The stadium held its breath.
Abdoul burst in, hurling his body to meet the cross. But in his momentum, he mistimed the jump — just grazing the ball and slightly deflecting it. The ball kept traveling. Behind him, Bamchwe was alert, following the play.
> "I got it!" he shouted.
Bamchwe unleashed a right-footed volley, his body perfectly aligned with the ball's trajectory. The strike echoed—pure and powerful—but Prince Louis' goalkeeper dove full stretch and punched it away in a desperate, miraculous reflex. The ball bounced like thunder, landing near the edge of the box.
And there stood Tesuka.
Silent, master of tempo, he had followed the play like a conductor watches his orchestra. As the ball dropped, he feinted a shot. The entire defense lunged.
Fake Shot (A).
He held back, rolled his foot around the ball, then cut sharply inside with a slicing cut (A). Moustapha slipped, completely wrong-footed, and Assumani dove in—too late.
> "Pass it! Tesuka, I'm wide open!" yelled Abdoul, standing alone near the penalty spot.
Tesuka didn't hesitate. Instant pass, perfectly timed, perfectly weighted. The ball skimmed the ground like it was on rails.
Abdoul made just one move. Inside foot. Far post.
GOAL FOR PvP FC! 9-1!
The stadium erupted. PvP FC fans screamed, on their feet. The bench jumped up as one. Bamchwe ran toward Tesuka and playfully hit his shoulder, laughing.
> "What you just did… man… that's illegal!"
While celebrating, Abdoul pointed straight at Tesuka.
> "You again! You're spoiling me, bro!"
Tesuka simply gave a thumbs up—humble. He didn't need shouting or flashy poses. His football spoke for itself.
On the other side, Prince Louis FC looked completely disoriented. Assumani, hands on hips, scanned the field.
> "That duo… they're possessed, those two…" he murmured, turning to Moustapha, who stared at the ground.
Even Raoul, the most combative player on the opposing team, looked baffled. He watched Tesuka like one observes a rare phenomenon—a mystery.
> "How can a kid that age pull that off…?" he muttered under his breath.
But Tesuka was already done celebrating. He calmly returned to his position, focused and composed, ready for the next play. A light rain began to fall, but on the pitch, it was a downpour of talent that PvP FC was unleashing.
Play resumed, but a tension hung in the air: everyone knew Tesuka wasn't done yet.
55th minute — Prince Louis FC tries to close the gap.After a misplaced pass from Bamchwe in midfield, Amor recovered the ball with authority. He surged forward instantly, raising his arms to call for support.
> "Raoul, right side!" he shouted.
Raoul broke down the wing and received a perfectly placed pass. He controlled it with the outside of his foot and nutmegged Elysée—eliciting gasps of awe and dread from the crowd.
> "Fall back! Fall back!" shouted Kamikaze, already retreating to cover the center.
Raoul entered the box, paused, then fired a sharp cut-back pass to Bakari, completely unmarked at the edge of the 18-yard box. A shot seemed inevitable.
Bakari wound up for a powerful strike, aiming for the bottom-left corner.
But Olenga, ever-vigilant, stretched full length. His fingertips brushed the ball—just enough to deflect it!
> CLACK!
The ball smashed off the right post and rebounded dangerously into the box. For a moment, time stood still.
Moustapha, who had pushed forward for the attack, went for a half-volley… but Petro slid in with a desperate block, deflecting the shot out for a corner.
> "What a defense!" gasped a PvP fan, voice trembling.
> "We were inches away…" murmured Bakari, hands on hips.
The Prince Louis players looked at each other—frustrated, but fueled. They knew they could still score… but PvP FC held strong, unified and focused.
56th minute — A crack, an opening, and Prince Louis FC is reborn… for a moment.
The match had barely resumed after a series of intense actions by PvP FC when Prince Louis FC sensed a rare hesitation in the opposing back line. A weak pass from Kamikaze to Petro, underestimating Amor's rapid advance, would shift the momentum.
Amor intercepted in a burst of energy. With a quick flick of his sole, he eliminated Petro and followed it up with an outside-foot touch that froze him on the spot.
> "Fall back, damn it!" Kamikaze shouted, sprinting to the center.
But it was already too late.
Amor raised his head and sent a powerful cross-field pass toward Bakari, positioned high on the left wing. Bakari accelerated. Elysée gave chase, but his legs felt heavy.
> "OLENGA! Stay on your feet!" Petro cried out, still out of breath.
Bakari entered the box. He opened his foot for a first-time strike. The shot rocketed to the far post—fast and precise. Olenga, alert, dove like a wildcat. With a brilliant reflex, he deflected it with his right hand.
The ball bounced toward the center. And there—like a hawk swooping down on its prey—came Raoul.
> BAM!
Side-foot shot. Opposite corner. Goal.
GOAL FOR PRINCE LOUIS FC! 9-2.
The crowd roared. Prince Louis fans stood up. It was a flash of hope in a stormy sky.
> "It's not over! We're not giving up!" Raoul shouted, pounding his chest, eyes blazing with rage and resolve.
He ran to the corner flag, arms wide, calling his teammates to join him.
> "Get your heads back in it! We'll show them what we're made of!"
Amor, dripping with sweat, was the first to reach him and embraced him tightly.
> "Nice one, brother. We've gotta get another—fast!"
Bakari arrived next, breathing hard:
> "It's now or never. We press them."
On PvP FC's side, the response was immediate. Kamikaze clapped his hands furiously.
> "What's with the slacking, huh?! We don't let them come back, got it?!"
Tesuka, stoic, watched the scene silently. He nodded slowly, then calmly declared:
> "Next play… we take it all the way."
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