All Day, Everyday.

by Penanka72

Chapter 17 - The Toffees Vs The Garibaldi. (Half-time)

Chapter 17.

Amelia’s day began with a charged anticipation, her mind buzzing with thoughts of the upcoming football matches. Both her beloved Toffees and the Hammers were scheduled to play simultaneously at 12:30, adding an extra layer of excitement and tension to her morning. The Toffees, teetering at 17th place, were set to clash with 20th-placed Garibaldi, a crucial match for both teams as they struggled to claw their way out of the relegation zone. The significance of the game weighed heavily on Amelia’s mind; a win here could breathe new life into the Toffees’ season.

On the other hand, the Hammers, comfortably positioned at 9th in the league, faced a more formidable opponent in the 5th-placed Lilywhites. This game was an opportunity for the Hammers to prove their mettle and possibly ascend higher up the league table. For Amelia, though, this match held a personal interest: it was a chance to see Mudd Bludd in action. After their recent interaction and the insights into Mudd’s struggles and resurgence, Amelia was eager to witness the prowess that had made her a star for the Hammers.

As she sat on the edge of her bed, Amelia’s thoughts briefly wandered to her planned conversation with Fluttershy. She had hoped this morning would allow them to clear the air and move past the tension that had been building. However, upon venturing downstairs, Amelia’s expectations were met not with Fluttershy’s gentle presence, but with the sight of Rainbow Dash sprawled on the couch. The snores emanating from her were loud enough to rival the rumble of distant thunder, and her mane was a chaotic testament to a restless night.

Disappointment sank into Amelia’s heart as she tiptoed around the sleeping pegasus, careful not to disturb her. The absence of Fluttershy was a setback, one that left Amelia’s plans for reconciliation hanging uncertainly. She sighed, realising that the resolution she so desperately sought would have to wait. For now, her focus would have to shift to the day’s matches, holding onto the hope that Fluttershy would return soon so they could finally address the unspoken fears and hopes that lay between them.

As Amelia settled into her morning routine, the neatness of the cottage suggested that Fluttershy had been busy before she left. The thoughtfulness in taking care of the house and the animals before her departure was just so like Fluttershy, Amelia thought, offering a small smile as she appreciated the calm and order around her. She prepared a simple breakfast, buttering her toast generously and brewing a hot cup of tea, a comforting ritual that eased her into the day.

Bringing her breakfast back to her cozy spot, she placed her steaming tea on the coffee table and began to enjoy her toast, the butter melting satisfyingly into the warm bread. As she savoured the first few bites, her phone buzzed with a notification, pulling her attention. It was a message from Vinyl from the squad group. Amelia knew she shouldn’t be in this squad group chat because she wasn’t in the squad yet but, Vinyl didn’t see any harm not to since Amelia was a signature away from joining the Toffees. Vinyl’s messages were usually either about new tracks she was working on or invitations to some impromptu gathering, both of which Amelia found equally exciting.

Curious, Amelia wiped her fingers on a napkin and picked up her phone, her eyebrows lifting in anticipation as she unlocked it to see what Vinyl had in store for her this time.

Vinyl🎧:
Yo! Has anypony seen my shin pads? I don’t know where I put them yesterday at training.🙃 9:38

Bon Bon🍭:
No, and why don’t you have spares!? You got to be more prepared, Vinyl!😠 9:38

Vinyl🎧:
That was my spare! I don’t know where my other ones went!😫 9:38

Octavia🎵:
Vinyl🎧@ I picked it up before leaving, darling. You really need to stop forgetting things!😐 9:41

Vinyl🎧:
YOU’RE A GEM!🥰💎 9:41

Octavia🎵:
😑🙄 9:42

Comet☄️💫:
Lol.😂 9:45

Lyra😁:
Hey! Anypony heard about Gaston!?😱 10:10

Caramel🧤:
No…😮 10:12

Big Mac🍎:
Nope!😧 10:12

Thunderlane⚡️:
What happened?🤔 10:13

Lyra😁:
Apparently, he got in a freak car accident on the way to our match today! It doesn’t look like he’s going to play today against us! Likely out for the season if these articles are true.😬 10:16

Minuette🐂:
Good news for us then 10:16

Derpy🫧:
Oh no!😣 10:16

Vinyl🎧:
Minuette🐂@ That’s cold!🥶 10:17

Bon Bon🍭:
Minuette🐂@ Show some class!😡 10:19

Minuette🐂:
Whatever…😒 10:20

Big Mac🍎:
It’s a shame. Gaston would have given us a good game. Would be hard to replace him. 10:21

Thunderlane⚡️:
Don’t think they can replace him unless they go into the transfer market and get a proper anchor player.🤔 10:21

Thunderlane⚡️:
Also, wouldn’t this mean we are switching up our line up again? We changed our system to combat Gaston, are we going back to our good old strategy?🤔 10:21

Vinyl🎧:
No idea.🫤 10:21

Apple Bloom🎀:
Thunderlane⚡️@ Yep! Applejack will fill you all in on the details when you all arrive!10:25

Aurora🔵:
Apple Bloom!! 10:25

Apple Bloom🎀:
Amelia!!! 10:25

Vinyl🎧:
Apple Bloom🎀@ Amelia’s name is actually Aurora now apparently. She nearly bit my head off when I called her Amelia.😂🫢 10:26

Aurora🔵:
@Vinyl🎧 And don’t you forget it!😂 10:26

Apple Bloom🎀:
Awwwww! Amelia was such a cute name!🥺 10:26

Caramel🧤:
Really? This is news to me. Why did Applejack introduce you as Amelia then?🤔 10:27

Scootaloo🤡:
Yeah, bit strange that. Got something to hide, Amelia? 10:27

Aurora🔵:
Alright! The truth is, at the time, I didn’t know my name. I’ve been suffering from amnesia for some time now, I just woke up lost and with no memory. All I knew at the time was the name Amelia. I didn’t know if it was my name or somepony else’s so, I just called myself Amelia for the time being. Recently, I’ve started remembering my real name and a few other things. Case closed! 10:30

Vinyl🎧:
Damn… sounds rough.😮 10:30

Derpy🫧:
That’s awful!😦 10:31

Lyra😁:
I’m sure you’ll get your memories back!😁 10:31

Scootaloo🤡:
Yeah, sure.👍 10:31

Aurora🔵:
Scootaloo🤡@ Stop being a doosh! 10:31

Scootaloo🤡:
Just sit back and watch us play hoofball from the TV!🖕 10:32

Arurora🔵:
Scootaloo🤡@ You are literally a bench warmer!🤫 10:32

As Amelia tapped out a response to Scootaloo’s message, her attention was suddenly diverted by a series of yawns and stretches emanating from the couch. She watched, amused, as Rainbow Dash emerged from beneath a tangled blanket, groggily rubbing her eyes and muttering about the ungodly hour. The sight was almost comical—Rainbow Dash, the pony often hailed as the “best striker in the world.” looking more like somepony struggling to recover from a night out rather than a top athlete poised for morning training.

Amelia raised an eyebrow and smirked at the sight. She had always imagined the best strikers like disciplined machines—up with the dawn, fuelling on meticulously planned meals, and sweating through gruelling morning workouts. Yet here was Rainbow Dash, defying every one of those expectations, embodying a stark contrast to the regimented lives of elite athletes she had envisioned.

In her mind, Amelia had likened a top striker to have the work ethic of Cristiano Ronaldo—rigorous, structured, almost machine-like. But Rainbow Dash seemed to skate by on natural talent alone, her style more reminiscent of Lionel Messi’s instinctual brilliance. It was an unsettling realisation; Rainbow Dash combined Ronaldo’s powerful play style with Messi’s effortless talent, a thought that was both impressive and slightly intimidating.

Amelia couldn’t help but feel a mix of awe and a twinge of jealousy. Here was Rainbow Dash, apparently achieving so much on what seemed like raw talent and a carefree attitude. It made Amelia question the balance between natural ability and hard work, and where she herself fit into that spectrum. Was she more like Rainbow Dash than she cared to admit, or did her own path require a different kind of diligence? The thought lingered as she watched Rainbow Dash slowly come to life, still groggy but already starting to show hints of the formidable athlete she was known to be.

Rainbow Dash staggered to her feet, looking more like a character from a zombie flick than a top athlete. Her mane was a disheveled mess, and her movements were sluggish as she squinted towards Amelia.

“What time is it?” she grumbled, voice thick with sleep.

“10:33.” Amelia replied, checking her phone for confirmation.

“Still too early.” Rainbow muttered, rubbing the back of her neck as she shuffled towards the kitchen.

Amelia rolled her eyes, a playful smirk crossing her lips. “You know, for a professional hoofball player, your morning routine is shockingly... non-existent.”

Rainbow just shrugged, pouring herself a glass of water and gulping it down. “Eh, talent doesn’t need a schedule.” she said nonchalantly, the corners of her mouth ticking up into a smug smile.

“Maybe not, but does your talent also fix your mane?” Amelia quipped, looking to where Rainbow Dash stood in the kitchen, Rainbow Dash raising a brow.

“I don’t know if you have notice kid, but I can’t remember the last time I sorted my mane out.” Rainbow murmured, pulling out the bread and the toaster.

Fair enough…

After finishing her breakfast and tea, Amelia decided it was time to get ready for the day. She brushed her teeth, took a quick shower, and slipped into her favorite pair of jeans paired with an Everton jersey. The jersey felt like a shield, a piece of armor that connected her to her dreams on the field. Feeling refreshed and more put together, she headed back downstairs.

To her amusement, she found Rainbow Dash exactly where she had left her—only now, sprawled even more comfortably across the couch. Rainbow’s feet were propped up on the coffee table, a cup of coffee balanced precariously in one hand and the TV remote in the other. She was nonchalantly flipping through channels, a look of mild boredom etched on her face.

Amelia settled next to her, the couch dipping slightly under their combined weight. A comfortable silence enveloped them as Amelia watched Rainbow cycle through the channels, the flickering images casting changing lights but not enough to disturb the calm morning air.

Amelia leaned back, crossing her arms, and glanced at Rainbow Dash, who seemed entirely absorbed in her quest for something interesting to watch. The silence stretched on, filled only by the soft clicks of the remote and the occasional sip of coffee. Finally, Amelia broke the silence.

“Found anything good yet, or are we going to watch you flip through channels all morning?” she teased, nudging Rainbow with her elbow.

Rainbow Dash flashed a lazy grin without taking her eyes off the screen. “Just looking for something worth watching. Everything’s either too loud, too boring, or too... morning-ish.”

Amelia chuckled, shaking her head slightly. “Jezz, not a morning pony, are you? How about we watch the build up to the Toffees game?” she suggested, her interest piqued with a hopeful undertone. After all, football was one thing that could capture both their attentions, melding their worlds of casual relaxation and professional athleticism.

“Toffee, huh? Oh yeah, they are playing this afternoon, aren’t they…” Rainbow murmured, scratching her head. “Alright, let’s see if I can find it.”

As Rainbow finally settled on the hoofball channel, the living room filled with the animated chatter of commentators discussing today’s matches and the latest scoop on a player named Gaston. Amelia found herself easing into the couch, her eyes occasionally shifting from the screen to the pegasus beside her. The realisation that she was casually watching a game with someone of Rainbow Dash’s stature was surreal. It was akin to sitting next to Ronaldo back on Earth—a celebrity in their own right, yet here she was, just another spectator next to Amelia.

The warmth of the moment made Amelia reflect on the connections that seemed almost fantastical. Rainbow Dash, a hoofball legend, and Fluttershy, the gentle soul who had taken Amelia under her wing, were childhood friends. The thought lingered in her mind, a puzzle slowly piecing itself together. If Rainbow and Fluttershy were that close, surely Rainbow must know more about Fluttershy’s fears concerning Amelia’s hoofball career.

Turning slightly towards Rainbow Dash, Amelia decided it was worth a shot to get some insights. “Hey, Rainbow.” she began cautiously, her voice a mix of curiosity and slight apprehension. “You and Fluttershy go way back, right?”

Rainbow nodded, her eyes still glued to the pre-game analysis on the screen. “Yeah, since we were fillies. Why do you ask?”

“Well, it’s just...” Amelia paused, choosing her words carefully. “Fluttershy seems really worried about me playing hoofball. She’s super protective, and I can’t figure out why she’s so fixated on the injury part of it. You wouldn’t happen to know why, would you?”

Rainbow Dash turned to look at Amelia, her expression shifting from casual interest to a more reflective frown. “Ah, that.” she said, her tone lowering slightly. “Yeah, Fluttershy’s always been the caring type, but she’s got extra reasons to worry, you know? There’s a bit of a history there. Did she never tell you about her friend?”

Amelia shook her head, her interest piqued. “No, she hasn’t really talked much about her past.”

Rainbow sighed, setting her coffee down on the coffee table. “Fluttershy had a friend, Otter. Great hoofball talent, up there with me and the other five hoofball prodigies. Was rising up through the leagues, breaking into the professional scene, and then—bam! Career-ending injury during a game. It was brutal. Fluttershy took it real hard; they were close.”

The story settled heavy in the room, and Amelia felt a chill despite the warm sunlight streaming through the window. “Oh.” she murmured, the weight of Fluttershy’s concerns suddenly making much more sense. “I had no idea.”

“Yeah, it shook her up pretty bad.” Rainbow continued, her voice softening. “She saw firsthand how quick things can change. Guess she’s scared of seeing that happen again, especially to somepony she cares about... like you.”

Amelia absorbed Rainbow’s words, a mixture of emotions swirling within her. Gratitude for Fluttershy’s concern, a newfound understanding of her protective nature, and a touch of sadness for the fears rooted in past pain. She nodded slowly, feeling a resolve firming up inside her. “Thanks, Rainbow. That really helps me see things from her side more clearly.”

Rainbow gave her a small, supportive smile and picked up her coffee again. “No problem, Aurora. Just talk to her, yeah? She means well, but maybe you guys can find some middle ground.”

Amelia nodded, her thoughts already turning to how she could approach the conversation with Fluttershy. For now, she turned her attention back to the TV, the lineup showing on screen, her mind a little more at ease but filled with new resolve to bridge the gap with Fluttershy.

As the stadium buzzed with the energy of expectant fans, the camera swept across the green pitch, capturing the vibrant atmosphere. In the commentary booth, Neo adjusted his headset, his eyes scanning the Toffees’ lineup displayed on the screen before him. Beside him, Lynx reviewed his notes, his expression focused and keen.

Neo initiated the pre-game analysis with his usual enthusiasm. “Good afternoon, everypony, and welcome to what promises to be a gripping match in the league today. The Toffees, currently struggling in 17th place, face off against 20th-placed Garibaldi. Both teams are desperate to claw their way out of the relegation zone.”

Lynx nodded, his voice rich with insight as he joined in, “Exactly, Neo. And it all starts with the lineup. Let’s dissect the Toffees’ strategy today, beginning with their last line of defense. In goal, we have Caramel. He’s proven himself time and again with his sharp reflexes and consistent performance, truly a reliable keeper under pressure.”

Neo continued, his tone reflecting a mix of optimism and caution. “At left-back, we see Comet taking the field. He’s fast and defensively sound, able to shut down opposing wingers with his pace. However, he’s shown vulnerabilities when pressed, a fact that Garibaldi’s attackers might try to exploit today.”

“Turning our attention to the heart of the defense.” Lynx added, “Lyra and Bon Bon are paired up as centre backs. Their chemistry is undeniable, with Bon Bon typically orchestrating the defense. They’re solid but have been known to struggle during set pieces or corners, something they can’t afford in today’s high-stakes match.”

“Noteworthy on the right flank rounds out the defense.” Neo pointed out, his voice tinged with concern. “He’s been a bit of a weak link this season, struggling with both form and fitness. It’s essential she steps up today to keep the Toffees’ defensive line intact.”

Lynx shifted to the midfield setup, his analysis detailed and strategic. “In the middle of the park, we’ve got Minuette and Big Mac. Minuette is a tough tackler, defensively solid but sometimes too aggressive, which can lead to unnecessary fouls. Beside her, the captain, Big Mac, is the vocal leader—strong on the ball and an excellent distributor. His leadership will be crucial in maintaining the team’s structure.”

“The attack is sparked by Thunderlane, playing as the central attacking midfielder.” Neo elaborated with visible excitement. “Known for his explosive long shots and agility, Thunderlane can dodge pressure and is a key playmaker. His ability to break lines with both his dribbling and passing could be pivotal today.”

“Flanking the attack on the left, we have Vinyl Scratch.” Lynx observed, his tone a mix of admiration and critique. “Her dribbling skills are top-notch, and she can dance past defenders with ease. However, her tendency to hold onto the ball too long sometimes leads to lost opportunities. It’s something she’ll need to manage better against Garibaldi’s tight defense.”

“As the central striker, Derpy has a critical role.” Neo added thoughtfully. “She’s been brilliant at making intelligent runs and has a knack for pulling defenders out of position. Yet, her recent form has dipped, with shots often missing the mark. The Toffees will need her to rediscover her shooting boots today.”

“Completing the starting eleven on the right, we have Octavia.” Lynx concluded. “Her control and first touch are impeccable. She’s strong in the air and robust in challenges. Octavia will be vital in both holding up play and contributing in the aerial battles.”

“And let’s not overlook the potential game-changer on the bench—Scootaloo.” Neo highlighted with a note of anticipation. “Though young and less experienced, she brings a spark that could turn the game on its head. Her vision and passing are exceptional, and she’s only second to Thunderlane in shooting prowess.”

“As we watch the players warming up, the tension is palpable.” Lynx noted as the camera zoomed in on the players stretching and passing on the field. “Today’s lineup is a blend of experience and potential, each player carrying the hopes of the fans. It’s going to be a match filled with strategy, skill, and, undoubtedly, dramatic moments.”

As the commentary continued to break down the lineup, Amelia turned her attention away from the screen, glancing at Rainbow Dash, who was still sipping her coffee with a somewhat disinterested expression. Amelia hesitated for a moment, then decided to ask, “So, Rainbow, what do you think about the Toffees’ team today?”

Rainbow Dash took a long sip of her coffee before leaning back into the couch, her eyes fixed on the screen. “Honestly?” she began, her tone casual but blunt. “I’m not impressed. Not a single one of them would make it into the Gunners’ squad. They’ve got some decent players, sure, but nothing that stands out to me.”

Amelia frowned slightly, feeling a twinge of defensiveness for the team she had been growing to support. “What about Minuette and Big Mac in the midfield? They seem solid.”

Rainbow Dash shrugged, barely acknowledging the compliment. “Big Mac is alright, but Minuette? She’s lucky to be playing for any team at all with that temper of hers. I’ve seen her fly off the handle too many times. It’s just a matter of time before she gets herself sent off in a crucial game. And Big Mac? He’s strong and all, but he’s not the most creative player. The Gunners need more than just strength—they need flair, vision, and consistency. He doesn’t bring enough of that to the table.”

Amelia felt a bit of frustration bubble up but held it back, wanting to hear Rainbow’s full take. “What about their style of play? The Toffees are known for their counter-attacking hoofball. You don’t think it’s effective?”

Rainbow Dash rolled her eyes, setting her coffee cup down on the table. “Counter-attacking hoofball? It’s boring. Pathetic, really. It’s like they’re admitting they can’t control the game, so they just sit back and hope for a mistake from the other team. It’s not how champions play. Champions take control, they dictate the pace, they make the other team dance to their tune. Sitting back and waiting? That’s just cowardly hoofball.”

Amelia’s frustration deepened. She had seen the Toffees fight hard in every match, using their counter-attacks to great effect. To her, it wasn’t cowardice—it was strategy, a way to play to their strengths. “I think it’s smart.” Amelia countered, trying to keep her tone even. “They play to their strengths, and sometimes, that’s what you need to do.”

Rainbow smirked, a bit of a condescending edge to her grin. “Yeah, maybe if you’re aiming to scrape by. But to be the best, you have to play like the best. Look at the Gunners—we control the game from start to finish. It’s how you win titles, not just avoid relegation.”

Amelia couldn’t help but feel a sting at Rainbow’s words. She respected Rainbow Dash’s skill and accomplishments, but the way she dismissed the Toffees felt harsh. “Okay, but what about Vinyl Scratch? You’ve got to admit, she’s got some serious dribbling skills.”

Rainbow’s expression softened just a touch, a hint of admiration in her eyes. “Yeah, I’ll give her that. Vinyl’s got talent. She’s got that natural flair, the kind you can’t teach. Her dribbling is pretty sweet—fluid, creative. If she could learn to pass the ball a bit more instead of trying to take on the whole team by herself, she could be something special. But that’s a big ‘if.’ Talent only gets you so far if you don’t play smart.”

Amelia nodded, appreciating the acknowledgment, but still feeling irked by the overall dismissiveness. “I get what you’re saying, but every team has their style. The Toffees have their way of playing, and it works for them.”

Rainbow Dash shrugged again, clearly unmoved. “Maybe, but it’s not going to get them far. Not if they keep playing it safe and relying on the other team to make mistakes. They need to be more aggressive, take more risks. That’s how you win games, not by sitting back and waiting.”

Amelia bit her lip, resisting the urge to argue further. She knew Rainbow Dash had a point, but she also felt that the Toffees deserved more credit than they were getting. “Well, I still think they’re a solid team. Maybe they’re not the Gunners, but they’ve got heart. And sometimes, that’s what really matters.”

Rainbow Dash glanced at her, her expression unreadable for a moment before she broke into a small, slightly amused smile. “Maybe you’re right. But let’s see how they do today. Actions speak louder than words.”

Amelia returned the smile, though it was tinged with lingering annoyance. “Yeah, let’s see.”

The two of them fell into a silence as they turned back to the screen, the pre-match analysis continuing. Amelia couldn’t shake the feeling of frustration, but she tried to focus on the upcoming game, hoping that the Toffees would prove Rainbow Dash wrong.

As the game coverage continued, the commentators shifted their focus to the Garibaldi lineup. Amelia and Rainbow Dash listened intently as the familiar voices of Neo and Lynx broke down the starting eleven for the griffin team.

As the match coverage began, Amelia’s eyes widened in shock as she caught sight of the goalkeeper on the screen. A griffin. She had never seen one in person before, only hearing about them in stories or over the radio. The griffin stood tall and imposing between the posts, her sharp beak and intense eyes focused on the game ahead. The sight was both mesmerising and intimidating.

“Is that… a griffin?” Amelia blurted out, her voice tinged with awe.

Rainbow Dash, lounging on the couch beside her, barely glanced up as she replied with nonchalance, “Yep, that’s Gilda. The whole squad is full of griffins, even the manager. His name’s Gideon—pretty scary dude, if you ask me.”

Amelia continued to watch the screen, her fascination growing. “I’ve heard stories about griffins, but I never thought I’d actually see one in action. How do they play? I mean, why are they dead last in the league if they’re so... impressive?”

Rainbow shrugged, keeping her eyes on the TV. “They’re impressive individually, but that’s the problem. Griffins are prideful, and they tend to play more like solo artists rather than a team. They don’t really do teamwork all that well—at least, not naturally. But I’ve heard that since Gideon took over, they’ve been pulling themselves together a bit. They’ve got potential, but they’re still figuring it out.”

Amelia nodded thoughtfully, her mind racing with curiosity. She wondered how such a powerful and proud species like the griffins could struggle so much in a team sport. It seemed almost paradoxical. Yet, there they were, at the bottom of the league table, trying to claw their way out of last place.

The commentators’ voices pulled her back to the game as Neo began his analysis. His tone was steady and experienced, adding weight to his words. “Let’s take a look at Garibaldi’s lineup today. In goal, we have Gilda. Now, Gilda’s known for being an aggressive goalkeeper—she’s the type who isn’t afraid to come out of her box and intercept plays before they can develop. She’s fearless, that’s for sure, and she’s got a hell of a kick on her, capable of launching the ball deep into the opposition’s half. But her temper... well, that’s a double-edged sword. We’ve seen her get into it with referees and opposition players more than a few times, and it often leads to cards or even full-on brawls.”

Amelia listened intently, her interest in the griffin goalie growing. The more she heard, the more she wanted to see how Gilda and her teammates would handle themselves on the pitch. Despite their position at the bottom of the table, there was an undeniable sense of raw potential in the Garibaldi squad—potential that could make for an unpredictable and thrilling match.

Rainbow Dash leaned back, taking a sip of her coffee. “They’ve got the skills, no doubt. But hoofball is more than just skill. It’s about working together, knowing your teammates, and trusting them. That’s where they struggle. But who knows? Maybe today they’ll pull it together.”

Amelia couldn’t help but feel a mix of excitement and apprehension. She was eager to see how the match would unfold, especially with such a formidable and unpredictable team like Garibaldi on the field. The anticipation was palpable as the clock ticked down to kickoff, and Amelia found herself on the edge of her seat, ready to witness the clash between the Toffees and the prideful griffins of Garibaldi.

Lynx chimed in, his tone more conversational. “Yeah, Gilda’s definitely a wildcard in that respect. Moving on to their defense, Garibaldi’s running a back three today with Granger, Tonic, and Gin. Granger’s the big guy—he’s a wall back there. He’s not the fastest, but he uses his size to block off any direct runs on goal, forcing attackers to try and outmanoeuvre him. Then you’ve got Tonic and Gin on the flanks. These two are more agile and are there to clean up anything that gets past Granger. They’re quick and they’re sharp, but with this high-pressure style, they often end up working overtime. By the 70th or 80’, you can really see the fatigue setting in.”

Neo nodded, picking up where Lynx left off. “Exactly, and that’s a key concern for Garibaldi—how long can they keep up this level of intensity? Moving into the midfield, they’ve got Kairos and Rosegold, alongside the younger players, Gallus and Gabby. Now, Kairos and Rosegold are quick and capable of getting into the right positions, but they struggle with communication. They’re not the type to lead or direct traffic, which is a problem because Gallus and Gabby, fresh out of the academy, are excellent communicators. Unfortunately, the rest of the team doesn’t seem to take them seriously enough to follow their lead. Without Gaston anchoring that midfield, it’s a bit disjointed.”

Lynx added, “Yeah, that’s where they’re really hurting today. Gaston’s absence leaves a big gap, both in terms of experience and leadership. Gallus and Gabby have potential, but they’re not being listened to, which could lead to some serious issues in the middle of the park.”

Amelia glanced at Rainbow Dash, who seemed to be listening with a critical eye, her expression neutral but clearly analysing the strengths and weaknesses being discussed. Amelia found herself thinking about how well-versed Rainbow was in the sport, despite her earlier dismissive attitude toward the Toffees.

Neo continued, “On the wings, they’ve got Irma on the left and Natalya on the right. Irma’s quick and intelligent when it comes to pressing the opposition—she’s got a good cross on her, so she’ll be looking to whip those balls into the box. On the other side, Natalya is all about speed and intensity. She’s got excellent ball control and will be looking to cut inside or get to the byline. Both wingers are going to be crucial in stretching the Toffees’ defense.”

Lynx finished the rundown with the forward. “And up front, they’ve got Genesis. She’s their main goal threat—clinical with her shots, and she’s got rapid pace. Plus, she’s relentless in her pressing, which fits perfectly with Garibaldi’s rock and roll hoofball style. Every single one of these griffins is going to be pressing hard to win the ball back quickly, but the question is, can they sustain it?”

Rainbow Dash finally spoke up, her tone sharp. “Rock and roll hoofball, huh? That’s exciting to watch, sure, but it’s all about how long they can keep that energy up. With a lineup like that, they’re gonna gas out by the second half if the Toffees can weather the storm.”

Amelia nodded thoughtfully, taking in the analysis. “Yeah, it’s a high-risk, high-reward style. If they get an early lead, they might be able to hold on, but if they don’t score early...”

“They’ll be in trouble.” Rainbow finished for her, taking another sip of her coffee. “But Gilda’s going to be a problem. If she can stay focused and keep her cool, she might just be able to shut down the Toffees’ attack.”

Amelia couldn’t help but notice the respect in Rainbow’s voice when she mentioned Gilda, despite the earlier dismissive comments about the Garibaldi team. It was clear that Rainbow appreciated skill and potential, even if she had high standards for what she considered impressive.

As the commentators continued to dissect the upcoming match, Amelia turned to Rainbow Dash, curiosity piqued by the mention of Gilda in the lineup.

“Hey, Rainbow.” Amelia began, her voice cutting through the background noise of the TV, “do you know Gilda? I mean, it sounded like you recognised her when they mentioned her just now.”

Rainbow Dash didn’t immediately respond, taking another sip of her coffee as she kept her eyes on the screen. After a moment, she nodded, a hint of something unspoken in her expression.

“Yeah, I know Gilda.” Rainbow finally said, her voice a bit more subdued than usual. “We were old friends. Used to be really close back in the day.”

Amelia could sense there was more to the story. “But you don’t talk much anymore?” she probed gently, not wanting to push too hard but curious about the connection.

Rainbow sighed, leaning back into the couch, her eyes clouding with a mix of nostalgia and something heavier. “Yeah... we don’t talk much anymore. Haven’t really for a while. There were some... disagreements in the past. Things got complicated, and we just went our separate ways.”

Amelia nodded, sensing that this was a touchy subject for Rainbow. The usually confident, carefree pegasus seemed more reflective now, as if talking about Gilda brought up memories she wasn’t entirely comfortable revisiting.

“That sounds tough.” Amelia said quietly, not pressing for details but wanting Rainbow to know she was listening.

Rainbow Dash shrugged, though the movement seemed more to brush off the weight of the conversation than out of nonchalance. “Yeah, it is what it is. Sometimes friends just grow apart, you know? Especially when you don’t see eye to eye on certain things.”

Amelia thought about that, the unspoken history between them hanging in the air. It was clear that Rainbow Dash had a lot of respect for Gilda, even if their friendship had strained. Amelia wondered what could have caused such a rift, but she didn’t want to pry.

Instead, she offered a small smile, trying to lighten the mood. “Well, if she’s anything like you, I bet she’s a pretty intense player on the pitch.”

Rainbow chuckled softly, a hint of her usual bravado returning. “Yeah, she is. Gilda’s got talent, no doubt about it. She’s tough as nails too. But, like I said, that temper of hers... it can be a problem. We’ll see if it helps or hurts her team today.”

Amelia nodded, understanding the layers of meaning in Rainbow’s words. As they both turned their attention back to the screen, the tension in the room eased a bit, but the conversation left Amelia with a deeper understanding of the complex relationships that even the most famous and skilled players like Rainbow Dash navigated in their personal lives.

As the commentators continued to discuss the match, Amelia leaned back on the couch and turned to Rainbow Dash, a playful grin tugging at the corners of her mouth. “So, what do you think the score’s going to be?” she asked, genuinely curious about Rainbow’s prediction.

Rainbow Dash tapped her chin thoughtfully, her eyes narrowing as she considered the strengths and weaknesses of both teams. “Hmm.” she mused, “It’s gonna be close. The Toffees have a solid lineup, but Garibaldi’s got that rock-and-roll style—they’re relentless with their pressing.”

Amelia nodded in agreement, thinking about the aggressive playstyle of Garibaldi and how it might clash with the Toffees’ more calculated approach. “Yeah, I can see that. But do you think the Toffees can handle it?”

Rainbow Dash smirked, her confidence in her analysis apparent. “I think they will. They’ve got Big Mac leading in the midfield, and Thunderlane’s been on point with those long shots. But Garibaldi’s defense is going to be tough to break down, especially with Gilda in goal. I’m calling it—Toffees will win 2-1.”

Amelia raised an eyebrow, impressed by how Rainbow broke down the match. “2-1, huh? That sounds about right. But who’s going to score first?”

Rainbow Dash grinned mischievously, as if she’d been waiting for Amelia to ask that. “Garibaldi will. They’re going to come out strong, probably catch the Toffees off guard early on. Gilda and her defense will be hard to crack, but the Toffees will come back in the second half. How about this—I’ll bet you 20 bits that Garibaldi scores first.”

Amelia’s eyes lit up at the challenge. “You’re on! But just so you know, I’ve got faith in the Toffees to hold their ground right from the start. They won’t make it easy for Garibaldi to get ahead.”

Rainbow Dash chuckled, extending her hand for a playful handshake. “We’ll see, Aurora. We’ll see. Just don’t cry when you have to fork over those 20 bits.”

Amelia laughed, shaking Rainbow’s hand with a confident grip. “Don’t worry, Dash. I’ve got a good feeling about this. May the best team win—and may you enjoy handing over those bits when the Toffees hold them off.”

As they settled back into their seats, the excitement for the match built even more between them. The banter, the predictions, and the friendly wager added a personal stake to the game, making it more than just a regular match. It was now a test of wits and instincts between two passionate fans.

1’ EARLY CHANCE! As the referee’s whistle pierced the early match silence, the Garibaldi team wasted no time asserting their aggressive style. From the kickoff, the ball quickly found its way to Genesis at the front line. Known for her clinical precision and rapid pace, Genesis immediately looked to exploit the Toffees’ defensive uncertainties.

Gallus and Gabby, positioned centrally in the midfield, played a crucial role in this early aggression. They combined in a smooth, rehearsed movement, Gabby dropping back slightly to receive a pass from the deep-lying Rosegold. With a swift pivot, Gabby flicked the ball to Gallus, who had found space just beyond the halfway line. Gallus, eyeing the positioning of Toffees’ defenders Lyra and Bon Bon, threaded an incisive pass through to Genesis, bypassing Minuette’s attempt to intercept.

Genesis received the ball with a deft touch, immediately turning upfield with explosive speed. She darted between the Toffees’ center-backs, drawing both Lyra and Bon Bon out of position. As Noteworthy tried to close down the space on the right, Genesis unleashed a fierce shot from the edge of the box. Caramel, had been keenly observing Genesis’ rapid approach and positioned himself perfectly. With a full-stretch dive, he managed to deflect the powerful strike, sending it wide of the post and setting the tone for what appeared to be a high-octane match ahead.

As the match kicked off, Amelia’s eyes were glued to the screen, her breath catching in her throat as the Garibaldi team immediately launched into a full-on assault. The ball zipped across the field with startling speed, quickly finding Genesis, whose reputation for lethal precision seemed well-earned. As Genesis broke through the defensive line, Amelia felt her pulse spike; it was like watching a precision missile locked on its target.

“Wow, they’re not wasting any time, are they?” Amelia muttered, her voice tinged with nervous admiration. The intensity of Garibaldi’s play style was something she hadn’t fully expected, and the immediacy of their threat was palpable even through the screen.

Rainbow Dash, however, remained decidedly unimpressed, her expression one of boredom as she watched the play unfold. “Eh, it’s all flash right now.” she commented dismissively, sipping her coffee. “Let’s see if they can keep this up for 90 minutes. Genesis is fast, but one player isn’t a team.”

Amelia watched as Genesis received a perfectly timed pass and darted forward, slipping between Toffees’ defenders with alarming ease. The striker unleashed a powerful shot, and Amelia’s heart leapt into her throat, only calming as Caramel, the Toffees’ goalkeeper, executed a dramatic save, stretching to his limits to push the ball wide.

“Good save!” Amelia exclaimed, relief washing over her as the ball was deflected away from the goal. She turned to Rainbow, trying to gauge her reaction.

Rainbow merely shrugged, clearly not as moved by the save or the early threat. “Caramel’s always been decent.” she acknowledged grudgingly. “But let’s not get excited over basic goalkeeping. The real test is keeping it out for the whole game, especially against a team that presses like Garibaldi.”

Amelia nodded, understanding Rainbow Dash’s point but still unable to shake off her initial nervousness. The game had started with such intensity that it promised to be a nerve-wracking watch, especially for a fan of the Toffees. She settled back into her seat, trying to steady her nerves as the match continued, the early excitement setting a thrilling yet daunting tone for the rest of the encounter.

Amelia’s phone buzzed on the coffee table suddenly, drawing her attention away from the banter with Rainbow Dash. She glanced at the screen, her eyes widening as she read the notification: the Lilywhites had scored against the Hammers. Instantly, her focus shifted, and a sense of urgency welled up inside her.

“Hey, switch it over to the Hammers game!” Amelia said quickly, reaching for the remote. She flipped the channel just in time to catch the replay of the goal. The stadium on the screen was alive with energy, the roar of the crowd nearly palpable even through the television. Then, Amelia seen the Hammer’s lineup, the players in purple.

“Look at that lineup!” Amelia said in awe, leaning forward on the couch, her eyes scanning each player. “Ponies, a dragon, a zebra, a deer, a bat pony, a diamond dog, and a hippogriff… I’ve never seen anything like it!”

Rainbow Dash, who had been lounging lazily beside her, finally perked up, glancing at the screen. “Yeah, the Hammers have a pretty unique squad.” she admitted with a nod. “But it’s not just about the mix; it’s how they play together that’s impressive.”

The commentators were in full swing, their voices brimming with excitement. “And what a stunning goal it was!” one of them exclaimed, as the replay showed the Hammers setting up for a throw-in deep in their own half.

Zarrow, the Hammers’ defender, looked tense as he received the ball, scanning the field for options. He passed it short to Vorpal, who immediately found himself under pressure from the Lilywhites’ forwards. Vorpal, poised despite the heavy challenge, managed to find Mudd Bludd nearby. She took control of the ball, expertly shielding it from Glitter Dust as she attempted to set up a counter-attack by passing to Clover in midfield.

But the Lilywhites’ Red Summer anticipated the move perfectly. With a burst of energy, she intercepted the ball and quickly turned upfield. Red Summer’s eyes darted around, and she found Glitter Dust who cleverly drew the defenders towards her, creating space. Glitter Dust then slipped a perfectly timed pass to Peachy Keen on the right flank.

The crowd erupted as Peachy Keen took the ball in stride, effortlessly dodging past Clover with a series of rapid dribbles. She then played a sublime through ball to Lightening Dust. The forward sprinted past the last line of defense and, with a calm and calculated finish, slotted the ball past the goalkeeper, Slash, and into the back of the net.

“Absolutely brilliant execution by the Lilywhites!” the commentator’s voice soared with excitement. “From Red Summer’s interception to Peachy Keen’s dazzling footwork and Lightening Dust’s clinical finish—this goal had it all!”

Amelia watched, her stomach knotting with concern for the Hammers. Her mind raced, thinking of Mudd Bludd. Could she and the team turn this around? Amelia had seen flashes of brilliance from Mudd in training, but this was a different stage—a far more intense and demanding one. She turned to Rainbow Dash, hoping for some insight.

“That was some impressive teamwork from the Lilywhites, huh?” Amelia commented, her voice tinged with both admiration and worry. “They really turned that situation around fast.”

Rainbow Dash nodded, clearly impressed. “Yeah, that was slick. They read the play perfectly and just... executed flawlessly. That’s high-level play right there.”

As Rainbow spoke, Amelia couldn’t help but wonder how Mudd Bludd was feeling on the pitch. The pressure must be immense. Amelia leaned back on the couch, her eyes glued to the screen as the game continued. The early goal had raised the stakes significantly, and she was eager, yet anxious, to see how the Hammers—and Mudd Bludd in particular—would respond to this setback. Could they regroup and push back, or would the Lilywhites’ dominance continue? The tension in the air was almost tangible, and Amelia found herself holding her breath as she waited for the Hammers’ response. But for now, her main attention was the Toffees.

5’ SO CLOSE! The match had just started and the air was thick with anticipation. Garibaldi was pressing high, keeping Toffee team pinned in their own half. A corner kick was awarded to Garibaldi in the early minutes, an excellent opportunity to establish dominance.

Rosegold trotted over to the corner flag, his eyes scanning his teammate's positioning in the box. Granger, a towering presence, positioned himself near the far post while Gin edged closer to the near post, ready for any flick-on. Tonic stationed himself just outside the penalty area, prepared to retrieve any cleared balls. Kairos, Gallus, and Gabby, quick on their feet, hovered around the edge of the box to maintain control or attempt a follow-up shot.

Rosegold delivered a curling ball into the heart of the area. Genesis leaped highest, her header thundering against the crossbar, the ball rebounding into the fray where Irma and Natalya both lunged for it. In the chaos, Toffee’s Bon Bon managed to clear the ball with a desperate header. The clearance fell to Minuette, who found herself just beyond her own penalty area with the ball at her feet.

Spotting Thunder Lane’s eager run, Minuette played a deft pass through the middle, slicing past Garibaldi’s advanced midfield. Thunder Lane gathered the ball in stride just past the halfway line. He surged forward, his eyes darting between the advancing Granger and the open space towards Gilda’s goal. As Garibaldi’s defenders hustled back, Thunder Lane kept his composure.

Approaching from the right, Thunder Lane cut inside, evading Kairos’s desperate slide. With Granger trying to close down the angle, Thunder Lane, about 25 yards from goal, decided it was time to strike. With a powerful drive, he unleashed a fierce shot aiming for the top corner. The ball flew high, the Garibaldi goalie, Gilda, leaped, her fingertips brushing it but not enough to alter its course significantly. The shot arched over, kissing the crossbar with a faint whistle and bouncing out of play.

The Toffees’ fans erupted in a mixture of excitement and frustration, appreciating the early attempt but ruing the miss. Garibaldi, relieved, quickly regrouped to reset their formation, aware now of the Toffees’ rapid counter-attacking threat.

10’ GREAT DEFENDING! As the game resumed, Garibaldi continued to exert pressure, eagerly looking to exploit any gaps in Toffee’s setup. With the match settling into a rhythm, Garibaldi began orchestrating their plays more meticulously, eyeing weaknesses and stretching the field.

An opportunity arose when Garibaldi regained possession near midfield. Kairos, showcasing her vision, spotted Irma advancing along the left flank. She delivered a precise pass that sliced through the midfield clutter, releasing Irma into open space. Irma’s pace was too much for Comet, who struggled to keep up as the Garibaldi winger charged down the touchline with the ball at her feet.

Approaching the penalty area, Irma looked up to assess her options. Genesis had smartly positioned himself at the far post, shadowed by Lyra, while Natalya darted towards the near post, drawing away Noteworthy. With a deft touch, Irma whipped a sharp cross towards Genesis, aiming to exploit the momentary lapse in Toffee’s defensive line.

High above the melee, Bon Bon demonstrated her defensive acumen. Reading the play perfectly, she timed her leap to intercept Irma’s cross. With an authoritative header, Bon Bon sent the ball soaring away from the lurking Genesis and out of the danger zone. Her intervention was crucial, preventing what looked like a certain goal from Garibaldi’s well-placed attack.

The crowd appreciated Bon Bon’s defensive prowess, acknowledging her timely clearance with a round of applause. Garibaldi, though momentarily thwarted, drew confidence from their ability to penetrate Toffee’s defenses and readied themselves to maintain their aggressive posture.

13’ CHANCE! As the game progressed, the Toffees started to find their footing and exploit the counter-attacking opportunities that Garibaldi’s aggressive posture left in their wake. A crucial turnover occurred in midfield where Garibaldi lost possession. The ball found its way to Big Mac, Toffee’s captain, who was stationed just behind the midfield line. His presence and awareness allowed him to quickly assess the situation and initiate a counter.

Big Mac spotted Octavia on the right flank, who had already begun her run anticipating the switch in play. With a powerful and accurate long pass, he sent the ball arcing towards her, bypassing Garibaldi’s advanced midfielders. Octavia controlled the ball expertly with a deft touch, steadying herself as Tonic tried to close her down.

Seeing the space ahead and Derpy signaling for a cross, Octavia opted to win a set-piece, drawing a foul from Tonic with a cleverly engineered maneuver. Positioned just outside the right corner of the penalty box, Octavia stood over the ball. Known for her set-piece mastery, she eyed the congregation of players jostling for position in the penalty area.

With precision, Octavia curled a beautifully weighted free-kick towards the far post. The ball sailed over the heads of both defenders and attackers, bending towards the target. Derpy, timing her run with perfection, ghosted past Granger and met the ball with a powerful header at the six-yard box. The stadium held its breath as the header looked destined for the back of the net, only for it to just skim the top of the crossbar, bouncing harmlessly over.

Gilda, sighed in relief as the ball cleared, while Derpy clutched her head in disbelief. It was a near-perfect execution that just lacked the finishing touch. Toffee’s team and their fans could feel the momentum building, encouraged by their growing threat on these swift counter-attacks.

18’ GGGOOOOOAAAALLLLLLLL!!! 1-0! The match rhythm intensified as Garibaldi and Toffee each showcased periods of control and bursts of counter-attacking football. As the first half approached its midpoint, a pivotal moment unfolded that would see Garibaldi take the lead.

Garibaldi began their build-up from the back, with Gilda, spotting Granger open and passing the ball to him. Granger, seeing the Toffee players pressing high, quickly transferred the ball to Gin on the right side of defense. Gin, under pressure from Vinyl, managed a smart pass up the line to Kairos, who dropped deep to help in possession.

Kairos turned swiftly, evading a challenge from Thunder Lane, and threaded a pass to Gallus in the central midfield. Gallus, aware of the space being opened up by the forward runs of his teammates, found Gabby with a quick, short pass. Gabby’s first touch was a deft flick to Rosegold, who had moved into a more central position, drawing Big Mac towards her. Rosegold, acting as the pivot in midfield, turned and drilled a precise pass through to Natalya on the right wing.

Natalya, already on the move, received the ball just as she bypassed the halfway line. Noteworthy, Toffee’s left-back, was immediately put to the test as Natalya pushed the ball forward with her first touch, exploiting her superior pace. With a burst of speed, she outpaced Noteworthy, cutting inside sharply towards the penalty area.

As Natalya approached the box, Noteworthy attempted to recover, and Lyra shifted across in an attempt to close down the angle. However, Natalya’s agility and foresight allowed her to see a narrow opening. She took a moment to steady herself and unleashed a powerful, low drive aimed at the far post.

Caramel, reacted quickly, diving to his right, stretching fully in an attempt to reach the ball. But Natalya’s shot was perfectly placed, zipping along the wet grass and nestling into the bottom left corner of the net. The stadium erupted as Natalya wheeled away in celebration, her teammates rushing to congratulate her.

Garibaldi’s tactical buildup had flawlessly combined patience with precision, utilizing nearly every player to stretch the Toffee defense and create just enough space for Natalya to exploit with her pace and finishing prowess. This goal, a perfect execution of team strategy and individual brilliance, gave Garibaldi a deserved 1-0 lead.

Amelia let out a heavy sigh as the ball hit the back of the net, signaling Garibaldi’s opening goal. The energy in the room shifted, with the excitement of the match dampened for her as the Garibaldi fans erupted in cheers on the broadcast. Amelia’s eyes remained glued to the screen, trying to shake off the frustration that was creeping up her spine.

Next to her, Rainbow Dash’s chuckling only added to her annoyance. “Well, well, well.” Rainbow teased, her voice dripping with playful mockery, “looks like I’m gonna be 20 bits richer soon. So, when are you gonna pay up, Aurora?”

Amelia grumbled under her breath, the disappointment of the goal mixing with the annoyance of losing the bet. Without a word, she reached into her pocket and pulled out a 20-bit note, thrusting it towards Rainbow Dash with a reluctant hand.

Rainbow took the money with a smirk, her confidence unshaken by the early lead Garibaldi had taken. She waved the note in front of Amelia teasingly. “Don’t feel too bad, kiddo. It’s all in good fun, right?”

Amelia just huffed, sinking deeper into the couch, her eyes narrowing as she stared at the screen. “Yeah, fun.” she muttered, not entirely convinced.

The match on the screen replayed the goal, showcasing the impressive buildup and precise finish by Natalya. Amelia knew it was a well-crafted goal—Garibaldi’s teamwork had been impeccable in that sequence—but it didn’t make losing the bet any easier to swallow.

Rainbow Dash, now a bit more relaxed after securing her victory, leaned back into the couch, her legs propped up on the coffee table. “You’ve got to admit.” she said, a bit more serious now, “that was a pretty good goal. Your defense just couldn’t keep up with that kind of speed.”

Amelia nodded begrudgingly, knowing Rainbow was right. “Yeah, it was.” she admitted, though her tone was still tinged with frustration. “But it’s not over yet. We’ll see how the rest of the match plays out.”

Rainbow grinned, patting Amelia on the shoulder. “That’s the spirit. Just don’t be too hard on yourself—or your team. It’s just one goal.”

Amelia appreciated the attempt to lift her spirits, even if it came with a side of gloating. As the match continued, she couldn’t help but hope that the Toffees would find a way to bounce back, not just for the sake of the game, but to prove to Rainbow Dash that her team had the grit to overcome this setback.

The commentators on the screen moved on to discuss the implications of the goal, analysing how the Toffees might respond and what changes they could make to regain control of the game. Amelia listened closely, trying to ignore the occasional glance Rainbow gave her, the smirk still tugging at the corners of her mouth.

Despite the setback, Amelia couldn’t help but feel a renewed determination. The match was far from over, and she still believed the Toffees could turn things around.

22’ CLASH! As the match progressed, the tension on the field was palpable. Garibaldi, buoyed by their recent goal, was pushing forward with increased confidence, forcing Toffee to respond with more physical play to disrupt their rhythm.

The action started deep in Toffee’s half as Caramel, gathered a cross and quickly rolled the ball out to Bon Bon at center-back. She surveyed the field and passed to Lyra, who was pressured immediately, forcing a hurried pass to Comet. Comet managed a short pass to Big Mac in the central midfield. Big Mac, seeing an opening, launched a long ball forward towards Derpy, who flicked it on in the direction of Vinyl on the left wing.

Vinyl, closely marked by Gin, managed to maintain possession and laid the ball back to Noteworthy, who had advanced from her full-back position. She passed centrally to Minuette, who was orchestrating the midfield play. Minuette turned sharply, evading a challenge from Kairos, and drove towards the Garibaldi half with the ball at her feet.

Gabby from Garibaldi anticipated the play and moved decisively to intercept Minuette successfully. As Gabby regained possession, Minuette, in a bid to retain possession, executed a fierce tackle. The tackle was robust, catching Gabby off-guard and knocking her to the ground. The impact was hard, and Gabby stayed down, clutching her leg.

The incident ignited tensions instantly. Gilda, witnessing the tackle from her box, reacted impulsively. She sprinted from her goal all the way to midfield, driven by a surge of protective instinct towards her teammate. As Gilda confronted Minuette, she was met with resistance, and a pushing match ensued between her and several Toffee players, with Minuette at the center.

Players from both teams quickly converged around the midfield, turning the scene into a heated confrontation. The referee, witnessing the escalation, blew his whistle vehemently, trying to regain control of the situation. He called Gilda and Minuette aside, issuing each a yellow card for their aggressive behavior in the fracas.

As the players dispersed, with some still exchanging words, Gabby was helped to her feet by her teammates, and play was set to resume. The confrontation added a new layer of intensity to the match, with both teams now fully ignited by the clash and the stakes higher than ever.

25’ MVAR CHECK!!! Vinyl received the ball on the left wing from Comet, with Gabby and Gin quickly closing in on her. Sensing the pressure, Vinyl decided it was time to show off her flair.

With a graceful first touch, she brought the ball under control and immediately pulled off a quick step-over, followed by a feint that sent Gabby lunging in the wrong direction. Gabby, realising she’d been duped, tried to recover, but Vinyl had already moved past her, flicking the ball with the outside of her boot to accelerate down the wing.

Gin, anticipating Vinyl’s move, stepped in to block her path, but Vinyl had other plans. She performed a delicate drag-back with her left foot, spinning away from Gin, who was left flat-footed. As Gin tried to close the gap, Vinyl executed a perfectly timed nutmeg, slipping the ball between Gin’s legs and darting past her. The crowd erupted in applause as Vinyl drove towards the edge of the penalty area.

With Garibaldi’s defense now scrambling to cover the gaps left by Gabby and Gin, Vinyl lifted her head and spotted Derpy making a run into the box. Without hesitation, she whipped in a low, driven cross aimed at the near post. Derpy, reacting quickly, got ahead of Granger, positioning herself to receive the ball. As the cross came in, Derpy attempted to control it with her first touch, but the ball took a slight bobble on the pitch, making it difficult for her to get it under control.

Gin, who had recovered from Vinyl’s earlier skilful play, rushed back into the box to challenge Derpy. In her haste to win the ball back, Gin made a clumsy attempt to clear it, but her foot connected with Derpy’s shin instead of the ball. Derpy went down in the box, and the Toffees’ fans immediately erupted in a chorus of shouts, demanding a penalty.

The referee, positioned a few yards away, hesitated for a moment before signalling for the game to continue, indicating that he hadn’t seen enough to award a penalty. However, the shouts from the Toffees’ bench and the reaction from the players prompted a MVAR review. The game paused as the MVAR team reviewed the footage from multiple angles.

During the review, the stadium was filled with tension. Both teams gathered near the centre circle, anxiously waiting for the decision. On the Toffees’ side, Big Mac and Thunder Lane were in deep conversation with the referee, arguing that Gin’s contact was enough to warrant a penalty. Garibaldi’s players, particularly Gilda and Granger, stood with their arms crossed, confident that the decision would go in their favour.

The MVAR review took what felt like an eternity, with the footage showing Gin’s challenge in slow motion. The contact was clear, but the question was whether it was enough to justify a penalty. After several minutes, the referee was called over to the touchline to review the footage himself.

The referee scrutinised the video closely, watching the moment of contact between Gin and Derpy from different angles. The footage showed that while Gin’s challenge was clumsy, there was no significant force behind the contact, and Derpy’s fall seemed more due to the awkward position she was in after trying to control the bobbling ball.

After careful consideration, the referee turned away from the monitor and signalled no penalty, deeming the contact insufficient to warrant such a decision. The decision was met with a mix of relief and frustration—Garibaldi’s players nodded in approval, while the Toffees and their fans expressed their discontent, feeling that the opportunity for an equaliser had been unjustly denied.

As the game resumed, the tension remained high. The Toffees, spurred on by the perceived injustice, intensified their efforts, while Garibaldi steeled themselves to protect their lead. The match had reached a boiling point, with every pass, tackle, and decision now under the microscope.

Amelia couldn’t believe her eyes as the referee signalled for the game to continue without awarding the penalty. “What? Are you kidding me? There was clear contact!” she exclaimed, throwing her hands up in disbelief. She glanced at Rainbow Dash, hoping for some validation of her frustration.

Rainbow Dash, who had been watching the situation unfold with a critical eye, nodded slowly. “Yeah, I saw it too. There was definitely contact. But, honestly, the refs have been all over the place this season. One game they’re calling everything, and the next, they’re letting things slide.” She leaned back into the couch, a frown creasing her forehead. “It’s been pretty inconsistent, to say the least.”

Amelia huffed in agreement, her eyes still glued to the screen as the match continued. She could feel the tension in the air, the stadium filled with the energy of the fans who were just as outraged as she was. It felt like the game had turned on a knife’s edge, with every decision now being scrutinised by the players, coaches, and fans alike.

27’ BIG CHANCE! With both teams probing for weaknesses and trying to establish control over the flow of play. Garibaldi, still holding onto their lead, was cautious yet determined to extend their advantage. Meanwhile, the Toffees, undeterred by their earlier setback, were beginning to assert themselves more in midfield, where their captain, Big Mac, was becoming increasingly influential.

The build-up began deep in Toffee’s territory after a Garibaldi attack had been thwarted by Lyra. She calmly passed the ball to Bon Bon, who looked to relieve the pressure by playing it out wide to Noteworthy. Noteworthy took a touch and scanned the field, seeing limited options up the line. Under pressure from Irma, she quickly passed it back to Bon Bon, who had dropped deeper to provide an outlet.

Bon Bon, recognizing the need to change the pace, switched the play across to Comet on the left. Comet took the ball forward a few steps before sending it into the middle, where Big Mac was waiting, always alert to the movement around him. The moment the ball reached his feet, he knew what was needed. Sensing the opportunity to exploit the space on the left flank, Big Mac took a touch to steady himself before lofting a perfectly weighted ball over the heads of Garibaldi’s midfielders and defenders.

The ball arced beautifully in the air, dropping down towards Vinyl Scratch, who was hovering near the touchline on the left wing. Vinyl’s first touch was sublime, bringing the ball down with the outside of her boot while in full stride, evading a sliding challenge from Gin who was desperate to close her down. In a split second, she was off, darting down the left with Tonic moving across to cover.

As Vinyl approached the edge of the box, she was met by Gallus, who had tracked back to help out. But Vinyl, confident in her skill, executed a quick stepover followed by a burst of acceleration, leaving Gallus flat-footed. Now, with only the tight angle of the goal to contend with, and Granger rapidly closing in to cover the near post, Vinyl knew her window was narrow.

She struck the ball cleanly with her left foot, aiming for the far corner. The shot had power and precision, but the angle was tight, and the ball whizzed just wide of the far post, skimming inches away from the target. Gilda, rooted to the spot, could only watch as the ball flew past her goal, narrowly avoiding an equalizer.

The crowd exhaled in a mixture of relief and disappointment, as Vinyl clasped her head in frustration, knowing how close she had come to leveling the score. Meanwhile, Big Mac, having orchestrated the entire move, clapped his hands in encouragement, urging his teammates to keep pressing. Garibaldi, shaken but still in control, quickly gathered themselves to restart the play, knowing they had narrowly escaped a dangerous moment.

As Amelia sat on the couch next to Rainbow Dash, her phone suddenly buzzed with a notification. She glanced down, and her eyes widened with excitement as she read the message: Hammer equalized against the Lilywhites (1-1)!

“Rainbow, the Hammers just equalized!” Amelia exclaimed, her voice buzzing with excitement.

Rainbow Dash, who had been casually sipping her coffee, raised an eyebrow with mild interest. “Oh yeah? Who scored?”

Amelia quickly switched the channel, her heart racing as the screen flickered to the live broadcast of the Hammers’ match. The replay of the goal was already in motion. “Here it is!” she nearly shouted, her excitement palpable.

The screen showed Maud Pie stepping out from the back to intercept a careless pass from Crystal Charm. The commentators’ voices filled the room with rising energy.

“And here’s Maud Pie, reading that pass like a book, stepping out of defense with perfect timing.” Neo narrated. “She plays it to Tenna, who’s got some skillful dribbling on display here, weaving through two defenders—brilliant work from the midfielder. And look at Mudd Bludd, just outside the penalty area, waiting for her moment.”

Amelia leaned forward, her eyes glued to the screen as the play unfolded. Mudd Bludd received the ball from Tenna with a single, delicate touch, her eyes scanning the field. Amelia could practically feel the gears turning in Mudd’s mind, and then, with a flick of her feet, Mudd Bludd sent a perfectly weighted through ball into the path of Roxie.

“There’s the pass!” Neo’s voice rose with excitement. “Mudd Bludd finds Roxie with a beautiful flick—just look at that awareness!”

Roxie let the ball bounce once before striking it with the outside of her foot. The shot curled majestically around Marshmallow Cloud, nestling into the top corner of the net.

“GOAL!” Lynx shouted. “Roxie equalizes with a stunning finish! What a build-up from the Hammers, and that assist from Mudd Bludd—just exquisite!”

Amelia couldn’t contain her excitement. She practically bounced on the couch. “Did you see that, Rainbow? That through ball from Mudd Bludd was unreal!”

Rainbow Dash nodded, a small smile tugging at her lips as she watched the replay. “Yeah, that was pretty slick. Mudd Bludd’s got some serious vision to pull off a pass like that. Not bad at all.”

Amelia could feel the adrenaline coursing through her veins as she replayed the goal in her mind. Mudd Bludd had demonstrated such skill and awareness—something that Amelia greatly admired. “I knew she was good, but that pass was just… perfect.”

Rainbow Dash gave a knowing nod, sipping her coffee. “Takes a lot of skill to pull that off. But, you know, Mudd Bludd’s the kind of player who’s got that natural ability. It’s not something you see every day, especially in a match this tight.”

Amelia’s admiration for Mudd Bludd only grew as she thought about what the commentators had said. The way Mudd had orchestrated that goal with such calm precision reminded Amelia of what made her fall in love with hoofball in the first place. It wasn’t just the goals—it was the moments of brilliance that led to them, the teamwork, the vision, the execution.

31’ CHANCE! The midfield had become a battleground, with each side vying for control, and the crowd could sense that something significant was brewing.

The play started deep in Garibaldi’s half, with Tonic receiving the ball from Gilda after a brief lull in the action. Tonic, always calm under pressure, played a short pass to Granger, who was immediately closed down by Derpy. Granger, with little time to spare, quickly shifted the ball to Gin on the right. Gin, seeing that the right flank was tightly marked by Vinyl, opted for a safer pass back to Gilda.

Gilda, never one to shy away from involvement, took a touch to control the ball before launching a high, arching pass towards the midfield. The ball sailed over the heads of Toffee’s midfielders, where Kairos, rising above Thunder Lane, managed to get a slight touch to redirect it toward Rosegold. Rosegold, always aware of the movement around her, deftly controlled the ball with her chest and turned to face Big Mac, who was barreling down on her.

Instead of holding onto the ball, Rosegold flicked it to Gabby, who was making a supporting run down the left. Gabby advanced with pace, looking to connect with Irma on the wing, but she was met by Noteworthy, who stepped in to cut off the pass. Noteworthy, showing great composure, intercepted the ball cleanly and immediately looked to transition the play.

She passed centrally to Big Mac, who, with his back to goal, shielded the ball from Gallus and turned smoothly to find Thunder Lane, who had positioned himself just ahead. Thunder Lane, always quick on the ball, spotted an opportunity as Derpy made a diagonal run behind Garibaldi’s defense. With a perfectly weighted through ball, Thunder Lane threaded the ball between Granger and Gin, sending it into the path of Derpy, who had timed her run to perfection.

The ball rolled invitingly into the space behind Garibaldi’s defensive line, and for a moment, it seemed that Derpy would be through on goal with only Gilda to beat. However, Gilda, known for her proactive goalkeeping style, had been watching the play develop from the moment Thunder Lane received the ball. She sprinted off her line, closing down the distance between herself and Derpy with remarkable speed.

As Derpy bore down on the ball, Gilda was already there, meeting the ball at the edge of her penalty area. With a powerful and well-timed kick, she cleared the ball before Derpy could get a touch, sending it high and wide into the midfield. The clearance wasn’t just about safety; it was also about reasserting Garibaldi’s control. The ball landed near Kairos, who was ready to contest it against Thunder Lane.

The crowd erupted with a mix of gasps and cheers, appreciating Gilda’s decisive intervention. Derpy slowed her run, frustrated but also aware that she had been beaten by Gilda’s quick thinking and bold move. Garibaldi’s defense, momentarily caught off guard, hurried back to regroup, while the Toffees, spurred on by the near chance, readied themselves for the next wave of attack.

35’ DEFENSIVE BRILLIANCE! Garibaldi, aware of the threat posed by Toffee’s dynamic attack, was focused on maintaining their defensive solidity while searching for opportunities to extend their lead. The Toffees, on the other hand, were determined to find a way through Garibaldi’s defense and create a breakthrough moment.

The play began with a throw-in for Toffee deep in Garibaldi’s half on the right side of the pitch. Noteworthy, Toffee’s right-back, took the throw, aiming to find Thunder Lane, who had positioned himself near the touchline. Thunder Lane controlled the ball under pressure from Rosegold and quickly passed it back to Noteworthy, who was immediately closed down by Irma.

Noteworthy, needing to act fast, played the ball inside to Big Mac, who had dropped back to offer support. Big Mac, using his strength to shield the ball from Gallus, turned and sent a short pass to Minuette, who was lurking just outside the center circle. Minuette, always scanning the field, saw Octavia making a darting run into space near the edge of the penalty area.

Minuette delivered a perfectly weighted pass to Octavia, who received the ball with her back to goal, just outside the box. Octavia, known for her clever footwork and quick thinking, immediately found herself surrounded by Garibaldi’s defenders. Tonic, Gin, and Granger quickly converged, recognizing the danger.

Octavia, undeterred, tried to dance her way through the tight space. She flicked the ball to her left, trying to outmaneuver Gin, who was closely marking her. Gin, however, stayed with her, forcing Octavia to pivot back toward the middle. As she did, Tonic stepped up from the left side, narrowing the space even further, while Granger held his ground in the center, cutting off any direct path to goal.

Octavia, sensing the pressure, attempted a quick step-over to create just enough space to get a shot off. She shifted the ball from her right foot to her left, feinting to go wide before attempting to cut inside. But the Garibaldi defenders were disciplined and synchronised in their movements. Gin stuck out a foot to block her path, forcing Octavia to pull the ball back once more.

This time, Tonic made a calculated challenge, poking the ball away from Octavia’s feet. The ball ricocheted slightly, but before Octavia could recover, Granger stepped in with authority, using his physical presence to win the ball cleanly and decisively. With a powerful clearance, he sent the ball upfield, relieving the pressure on Garibaldi’s defense and thwarting Octavia’s attempt to orchestrate a shot on goal.

The Toffees’ fans sighed in disappointment, but the Garibaldi supporters applauded the collective defensive effort. Tonic, Gin, and Granger exchanged quick nods of acknowledgment, aware that their tight coordination had been crucial in neutralizing the threat. Octavia, frustrated but undeterred, jogged back into position, knowing she would have to try again to break through the well-drilled Garibaldi defense.

As the ball soared back into the midfield, Garibaldi’s midfielders and attackers moved to chase it down, eager to turn defense into a new attacking opportunity. The game continued with the intensity of a match where every duel, pass, and interception could shift the balance at any moment.

39’ FOUL! The tension on the pitch was electric, with every touch of the ball drawing collective gasps from the crowd.

The play began with a moment of brilliance from Gilda, who was proving why she was one of the most reliable players on the pitch. The Toffees had mounted a swift counterattack after a Garibaldi corner, catching Garibaldi’s defense off balance. Thunder Lane, receiving the ball just outside the box, managed to squeeze a through ball into the path of Derpy, who had found a pocket of space behind Granger.

Derpy, with only Gilda to beat, struck the ball low and hard toward the near post. Gilda reacted instantly, diving to her right to block the shot with a strong hand. The ball rebounded out to Vinyl Scratch, who was lurking just outside the six-yard box. Vinyl quickly took a shot on the rebound, aiming high towards the opposite corner, but Gilda, displaying extraordinary reflexes, sprang up and extended her arm, managing to deflect the ball over the bar with her fingertips.

The crowd roared in appreciation of Gilda’s double save, a stunning sequence that denied Toffee what seemed to be a certain equalizer. However, the danger was not yet fully cleared. The resulting corner was whipped in by Octavia, who aimed for the near post where Big Mac, towering over the defenders, tried to flick the ball towards the goal. But Granger rose to meet the ball first, heading it clear to the edge of the box.

The clearance fell to Minuette, who was stationed just outside the penalty area. She took a touch to control the ball and then unleashed a powerful shot, but Tonic threw himself in the path of the ball, deflecting it wide. The ball bounced towards the touchline, and Gin raced over to retrieve it, determined to launch a counterattack.

Gin, under pressure from Vinyl, managed to flick the ball to Gallus, who had dropped deep to help relieve the pressure. Gallus looked up and spotted Natalya making a run down the right flank. With precision, Gallus sent a long diagonal pass across the field, which Natalya controlled effortlessly on her chest, immediately turning to face the advancing Noteworthy.

Natalya, known for her blistering pace, took off down the right wing, leaving Noteworthy scrambling to keep up. She pushed the ball ahead of herself, ready to cut inside and make a decisive move towards the goal. Noteworthy, now desperate to stop her progress, tried to nudge her off the ball, but Natalya was too quick, darting past him with a burst of speed.

In a last-ditch effort to halt her run, Noteworthy reached out with his leg, clipping Natalya’s heels just as she began to cut inside towards the penalty area. Natalya stumbled but managed to keep her balance, continuing her run for a few steps before the referee’s whistle stopped the play. The crowd reacted instantly, sensing the tension on the pitch.

The referee approached Noteworthy, who was clearly frustrated. He had been persistent in his fouling throughout the match, but this time it had caught up to him. The referee issued a stern warning, signaling to Noteworthy that any more fouls of this nature could lead to a yellow card or even more severe disciplinary action. Noteworthy nodded, acknowledging the referee’s warning, but the frustration was evident on his face as he jogged back into position.

Natalya, now back on her feet, was ready to continue, her determination only fueled by the challenge. The free kick was awarded to Garibaldi in a dangerous position, with Rosegold stepping up to take it. The game, already intense, had reached another level of tension, with both teams fully aware that the next few minutes could prove crucial.

As the players lined up for the free kick, Garibaldi prepared to capitalize on the situation, hoping to extend their lead, while Toffee braced themselves for yet another defensive test. The match had become a showcase of resilience, skill, and the ever-present threat of a game-changing moment.

42’ COLLISION! The match was inching towards halftime, and the tension was at its peak. Both teams were fully committed, and the physicality of the game had reached a boiling point. In the 42’, a crucial sequence of events unfolded that would test the resolve and sportsmanship of both sides.

The buildup started when Noteworthy, already on a final warning from the referee, found himself under immense pressure. Garibaldi had just regained possession deep in their own half after a failed Toffee attack. Tonic, displaying his composure, played a short pass to Rosegold, who had dropped back to collect the ball. Rosegold, seeing Natalya making another dangerous run down the right flank, sent a precise pass in her direction.

Natalya, eager to exploit the space, sprinted forward with the ball at her feet. Noteworthy, aware of Natalya’s speed and skill, quickly moved to intercept her. However, as Natalya tried to cut inside to create space for a cross, Noteworthy, out of options and already running on thin ice, lunged in with a late tackle, catching Natalya on her ankle. Natalya stumbled but remained on her feet as the referee immediately blew his whistle.

The referee had seen enough. He approached Noteworthy, who looked resigned to his fate. Without hesitation, the referee pulled out the yellow card, brandishing it in front of Noteworthy as a final warning. The crowd buzzed with a mix of approval and frustration, depending on their allegiance. Noteworthy shook his head, knowing he had been reckless, and jogged back to his position, careful not to say anything that might provoke the referee further.

The free kick awarded to Garibaldi was taken quickly, with Gallus playing a short pass to Kairos, who had positioned himself centrally. Kairos, with time and space, assessed her options. She saw Granger moving up from the back, joining the attack as Garibaldi looked to press their advantage. Kairos lofted a ball towards the left wing where Irma was waiting, hoping to stretch Toffee’s defense.

Irma controlled the ball under pressure from Comet, who had been solid throughout the match. With a quick turn, Irma managed to shake off her marker and deliver a curling cross towards the edge of the penalty area. The cross was intended for Genesis, but it was slightly overhit, sailing towards the far post where Granger and Lyra were both converging.

Both Granger and Lyra were determined to win the aerial duel. Granger, using his height and strength, leaped high to meet the ball, while Lyra, equally committed, launched herself into the air to challenge. The two players clashed in mid-air, both with eyes only for the ball. In the split second of contact, their heads collided with a sickening thud, sending both of them tumbling to the ground as the ball looped out of play for a goal kick.

The stadium fell silent as the players on both sides quickly gathered around the downed pair. The referee immediately stopped the game, signaling for the medical teams to rush onto the pitch. Granger and Lyra lay on the grass, dazed from the impact, but conscious. The medics arrived swiftly, administering initial checks to both players, who were now sitting up, each holding their heads.

For a tense few moments, it looked as though both might need to be substituted. However, after receiving some treatment and assurances from the medical staff, Granger and Lyra got back to their feet, each shaking off the dizziness. The crowd applauded their resilience as they gave a thumbs-up to their respective benches, signalling that they were ready to continue.

Amelia watched the scene unfold with bated breath, her heart pounding as Lyra and Granger collided in mid-air. The sickening thud of their heads meeting echoed through the stadium, and for a moment, everything seemed to freeze. She could see the concern on the faces of the players, the way the referee quickly signalled for medical assistance, and the tension that gripped the crowd as they waited to see if both players were okay.

Amelia’s mind raced, hoping that Lyra would be alright. Despite the rough challenge, she knew Lyra was a tough player, always one to give her all on the pitch. The silence in the stadium was almost unbearable, each second dragging on as the medical teams checked on the two players.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Lyra began to sit up, holding her head but clearly conscious. Amelia let out a breath she hadn’t realised she was holding, relief washing over her. She admired Lyra’s bravery, the way she had thrown herself into the challenge without hesitation, even knowing the risks. It was that kind of commitment that made Lyra such an important player for the Toffees.

As Lyra got to her feet, Amelia noticed that familiar grin spreading across her face, a trademark expression that said she was ready for more, no matter what. Despite the pain she must have been feeling, Lyra gave a thumbs-up to the bench, showing everypony she was still in the game.

“That’s Lyra for you.” Amelia muttered to herself, a small smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. “Always bouncing back.”

Rainbow Dash, sitting next to her, noticed the grin on Amelia’s face. “Looks like your friend’s tougher than she looks, huh?” she commented, her tone impressed despite her earlier criticisms of the team.

Amelia nodded, her smile growing. “Yeah, she can be an odd ball at times but, she’s one of the bravest players out there. Never backs down from a challenge.

Rainbow Dash simply nodded, returning her focus to the game as the players began to reposition themselves. The game was still on, and both teams were ready to push through to halftime, but Amelia’s thoughts lingered on Lyra’s resilience. No matter the outcome of the match, moments like these reminded her why she loved the sport so much. It wasn’t just about skill or tactics—it was about heart, courage, and the ability to get back up, no matter how hard you get knocked down.

45+1’ HALF-TIME! As the referee blew the whistle to signal the end of the first half, the scoreline reflected Garibaldi’s narrow 1-0 lead. The players began to make their way off the pitch, the tension of the fiercely contested half still lingering in the air.

Garibaldi’s players walked off with a sense of cautious satisfaction. They had managed to maintain their lead, thanks to a combination of solid defending and a few moments of brilliance, particularly from Gilda, whose crucial saves had kept them ahead. Natalya, the goal scorer, exchanged a few words with Rosegold and Irma, discussing the opportunities they might exploit in the second half. The Garibaldi players’ expressions showed a blend of focus and quiet confidence, knowing that the job was only half done.

On the other side, the Toffees trudged towards the tunnel, their faces etched with frustration. Big Mac, the captain, walked at the front of the group, his jaw clenched as he mentally replayed the half’s events. The team had fought hard, creating several chances, but had been repeatedly thwarted by Garibaldi’s resolute defense and Gilda’s heroics. Vinyl Scratch and Thunder Lane exchanged glances of determination, knowing they needed to elevate their game to break through Garibaldi’s defense in the second half.

Lyra, still rubbing her head from the earlier collision with Granger, shared a word with Bon Bon as they headed towards the locker room. There was no sign of defeat in their eyes, only a steely resolve to regroup and come out stronger after the break.

As both teams disappeared into the tunnel, the crowd buzzed with anticipation for the second half, aware that the next 45 minutes would be crucial. The Toffees, driven by a mix of frustration and determination, would undoubtedly return to the pitch with renewed vigour, while Garibaldi knew they would need to remain vigilant to preserve their slender lead. The battle was far from over, and both sides prepared themselves mentally for the challenges that awaited.

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[Veprem]

Both Granger and Lyra were determined to win the aerial duel. Granger, using his height and strength, leaped high to meet the ball, while Lyra, equally committed, launched herself into the air to challenge. The two players clashed in mid-air, both with eyes only for the ball. In the split second of contact, their heads collided with a sickening thud, sending both of them tumbling to the ground as the ball looped out of play for a goal kick.

The stadium fell silent as the players on both sides quickly gathered around the downed pair. The referee immediately stopped the game, signaling for the medical teams to rush onto the pitch. Granger and Lyra lay on the grass, dazed from the impact, but conscious. The medics arrived swiftly, administering initial checks to both players, who were now sitting up, each holding their heads.

For a tense few moments, it looked as though both might need to be substituted. However, after receiving some treatment and assurances from the medical staff, Granger and Lyra got back to their feet, each shaking off the dizziness. The crowd applauded their resilience as they gave a thumbs-up to their respective benches, signalling that they were ready to continue.

Lyra definitely got the rougher end of that exchange. Granger's probably twice her size. 😅

[Norwegian boy]

I thought Comet was a guy, you wrote him as a girl.

[Penanka72]

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Oh, my bad…

[mlpengineer]

It seems good, I looked through it a bit, the writings good, but it's not really my type of story, but it is good