All Day, Everyday.

by Penanka72

Chapter 18 - The Toffees Vs The Garibaldi. (Full-time)

Chapter 18.

Ever felt the thrill of a ball at your feet? It's like holding a secret that only you can unlock, every touch a whisper that sets your heartbeat to the rhythm of the game. Hoofball has taught me more about myself than anything else; the ball is my enigma, my feet crafts the beat and melody, and the pitch is the canvas where I paint my masterpieces for the world to see. Wherever I am, there’s always a ball nearby, a silent companion that stirs my wild, creative thoughts and lowers my inhibitions like a mysterious elixir coursing through me. It’s intoxicating.

Yet, the magic I bring to the field isn't quite what the team is looking for. They prefer I pass more, keep it low-key, hold onto the ball, and methodically tire out the opposition. Applejack is particularly vocal about leveraging our teamwork, sticking to the script we’ve been handed. I can't quite wrap my head around that game plan. It feels constrictive, like it’s holding back the real essence of how I play and undermines the spirit of my game. They don’t really see me, or understand the depths of what I can do with the ball at my feet. If they would just pass me the ball and let me weave my magic, that’s where I come alive. That’s where the real mystery unfolds.

Passing the ball to a teammate feels completely foreign to me, almost like I'm betraying my own instincts. Each time I'm supposed to pass, I feel a deep discomfort—it’s as if I'm handing over a part of myself, a piece of the creative solo act I live for on the field. There’s this tension, a real physical sensation, as if my feet are itching to dance around the defenders alone, not give up the ball. My mind races with what could be if I just kept the ball a bit longer. With every pass, it feels like I’m suppressing my natural flair, quieting the loud beat of my own game to match the orchestrated rhythm of the team’s strategy.

It’s curious, really. How can anypony play strictly as a team? Haven’t they ever felt the rush of their own solo mastery, felt the pulse of playing their way, becoming one with the ball, and using their unique skills to breeze past a defender or score? It bothers me. I'm different, I get it, they don’t think like I do, and perhaps that’s why I often feel alone…

From the moment I first touched a ball as a youngster, I instantly connected with it—it was as if everything clicked. I knew then what I was meant to do with my life. Dribbling became my world; I was so enchanted by it that sometimes I’d forget there was a goal to score... a habit that sticks with me because it fills me with life, it’s exhilarating. But as a filly, my friends couldn’t grasp this obsession. They couldn’t see the allure and didn't share my love. They drifted away, calling me a weirdo for choosing hoofball over video games, leaving me to play alone. That rejection hit hard, leaving me torn, angry, and utterly confused. I was faced with a choice: my friends or hoofball.

I’ll never erase from my memory the words my father said to me during those trying times: "You’re a good filly, and what you possess is extraordinary, something worth believing in. Everypony searches for that thing that defines them—it's in our nature. But sometimes, ponies spend their whole lives searching, or they lose their gift and passion fades... Vinyl, I shouldn't say this but—forget those friends, trust in yourself, believe in hoofball."

And that’s exactly what I did. But deep down, I always yearned for somepony who could truly see me, who could feel the depth of my passion pulsing through every dribble and dash. That wish seemed like a distant dream until I met Octavia when I was just 16. I initially thought she was just another recruit from Mare United’s Academy, another teammate to pass the ball to. But oh, how wrong I was.

The first time I saw Octavia with the ball, something stirred inside me. The way she moved—like a melody in motion—her connection with the ball was not just skilled, it was intimate, poetic. Watching her play, receiving passes and dancing past defenders with such elegance and intent, it was breathtaking. She wasn’t just playing; she was performing, speaking through her moves. She got it—the raw thrill, the solitary joy of the game—and she got me.

She was the connection I’d been craving, the friend I’d been seeking. With Octavia, I wasn’t alone anymore. I had found somepony who not only shared my love for the game but who understood the silent language of our dreams woven through every dribble and goal. I don’t know why but, I now take great pleasure in passing to her just to see her collect the ball.

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As the halftime whistle sounded, the Toffees trudged into the dressing room, each player sweaty and panting, a water bottle gripped tightly in hand. They were trailing 1-0, and the weight of the deficit hung heavily in the air as they collapsed onto the benches. Vinyl found her usual spot next to Octavia, their proximity a silent testament to their on-field synergy and shared frustration.

Across the room, Minuette sat with her arms crossed, her expression etched with the usual annoyance. Her gaze flitted across the room, critically assessing her teammates as they discussed the first half.

The heavy air of the locker room shifted as the door swung open, the hinges groaning softly under the force. Applejack, with the determined stride of a seasoned leader, entered the room, her sister Apple Bloom close behind her. Apple Bloom clutched a clipboard to her chest like a shield, her expression etched with the seriousness of their mission. Their eyes swept across the room, landing on each player with a mix of scrutiny and encouragement.

“Lift your heads up, y’all.” Applejack commanded, her voice a beacon in the dim, tension-filled room. “We played a good first half out there. The intensity’s right, and we’ve created plenty of chances.” Her words, meant to buoy spirits, echoed off the walls, stirring a mixture of resolve and reflection among the weary players.

Caramel, his face still glistening with the sweat of effort, spoke up, his voice cutting through the hopeful atmosphere. “We’re losing the ball too much in our own half.” he said, capturing the room's attention with his poised concern. “Their press is too intense, and it’s breaking our rhythm.”

“It doesn’t help that they have improved their teamwork compared to last season, they actually look like a pro team now, we are lucky Gaston isn’t playing.” Big Mac added.

In that moment of brewing unease, Apple Bloom stepped forward, her youthful face alight with a strategic spark. “I’ve been thinking.” she began, her voice tinged with both uncertainty and excitement as she consulted the notes scribbled across her clipboard. “Why don’t we try using Big Mac and Minuette as a double pivot when we’re under pressure? It could give us more stability and control from the back.”

The room fell silent, every player considering the shift in tactics. Apple Bloom continued, her voice growing steadier with each word. “This means we might have fewer quick breaks for counter-attacks, so we’ll need to lean more on building up play. But remember, we’re still the same counterattacking team. We’re just tweaking our approach. We’ll stay vigilant and exploit every opportunity that comes our way.”

Her proposal, daring yet thoughtful, seemed to hang in the air, charged with potential. Applejack nodded slowly, her eyes gleaming with pride and strategic agreement. “That’s right. We adapt, but we don’t lose sight of who we are. Keep your eyes sharp and wait for that break—it will come.”

Apple Bloom continued outlining her strategy, shifting focus to another tactical tweak. "With this little adjustment to our midfield, it'd make more sense to play with a false 9 instead of sticking with a traditional striker.” she suggested, scanning the room for reactions. "I think we should bring Scootaloo in for Derpy."

Derpy let out a soft sigh, disappointed but understanding as she heard the change. Scootaloo, who had been idly waiting her turn, casually tossed aside her bib, ready to step up with a laid-back grin.

Applejack quickly took in the suggestion and gave a nod of approval. "Alright, let’s make it happen.” she said decisively. Then, turning her attention to another issue, she added, "And with Noteworthy on a yellow, we better play it safe. Cherry Berry, you’re up for left-back."

Cherry Berry quickly geared up, a mix of nerves and determination in her eyes as she prepared to enter the game. Noteworthy, taking it in stride, nodded and offered a quick fist bump to Cherry as he made way for her.

The dressing room buzzed with a renewed sense of optimism as Apple Bloom laid out the new strategy. Heads nodded and bodies shifted as everyone seemed to catch a second wind, embracing the idea of regained control over the game. Vinyl, though, was somewhere else entirely, her mind racing not just with the team's strategy but with her own personal playbook.

Octavia, noticing Vinyl's distant grin, nudged her lightly. "Penny for your thoughts?" she asked with a hint of amusement in her posh British accent, eyeing Vinyl's goofy smile.

"That grin always means trouble.” Octavia teased.

Vinyl's smile only widened. "Just scheming about the next half.” she responded playfully. Then, her eyes twinkling with mischief, she added, "Actually, was imagining you in a red bikini just now."

Octavia sighed and flicked Vinyl's head gently, shaking her head at the absurd segue. Vinyl clutched her head with an exaggerated groan, still chuckling at her own joke.

"Seriously, though.” Vinyl continued, her tone shifting as she rubbed her temple. "What do you make of all these tactical changes and strategies? Doesn't it feel a bit off to you? How about you and me just team up and dribble passed the whole Garibaldi team with out lightening fast footwork and passing? Sounds flawless to me."

Octavia looked at her for a moment, her expression unreadable. "You're an idiot.” she said flatly, the corner of her mouth twitching in a reluctant smile before she stood up, stretching her legs.

Vinyl huffed and crossed her arms, watching Octavia walk away. "Harsh, Tavi.” she muttered under her breath, her mind still not fully settled on the new plan despite the humor. She remained seated, lost in thought, unconvinced but ready to play her part.

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In the Garibaldi team's locker room, a lively energy pulsed through the air, fueled by the rhythmic beats of griffin music. Amid the atmosphere of camaraderie, Gin and Tonic nodded along to the music, their spirits buoyed by the team's first-half performance. Nearby, Gallus and Gabby, their chests heaving from exertion, gulped down water, satisfied with their efforts on the field.

As the team basked in their positive first half, Gideon, their manager, moved with a purposeful stride through the room. His presence commanded attention—not just because of his towering stature but also due to the respect he commanded. He approached Natalya, a striking figure with her starkly contrasting plumage, and placed a firm but approving hand on her shoulder.

"Solid performance out there.” he commended in a robust Manchester accent, his voice as firm as his grip. "That goal—you did exactly what we practiced. Keep it up." Natalya’s feathers ruffled with pride under his praise, and she nodded vigorously, her beak breaking into a grin.

Gideon's gaze then shifted to Gilda, who sat isolated, tapping her foot and clenching her fists in frustration. Approaching her, he adopted a more serious tone, bending down to meet her eye level. "Gilda, remember you’re on a yellow.” he cautioned, his voice a blend of sternness and concern. "Control that temper. We need you out there, not on the sidelines."

Gilda opened her eyes, her frustration palpable. "But how can I keep cool when that blue unicorn’s playing dirty?" she challenged, her voice rising with her temper.

Gideon’s grip tightened gently on the back of her neck, pulling her slightly closer, his expression unyielding. "Let the referee handle Minuette. You focus on your game.” he insisted, his finger raised for emphasis. "We beat them by playing smarter, not by losing our heads. Winning is the best revenge."

Understanding the gravity of his words, Gilda nodded slowly, her fiery spirit tempered by his guidance. As Gideon straightened, his expression softened slightly, acknowledging her commitment with a nod. He trusted her to channel her fiery energy into the game, steering her aggression towards securing a victory that would validate their strategy and effort.

Gideon straightened up from his discussion with Gilda, taking a moment to survey his team scattered throughout the locker room. He could sense the mix of tension and energy pulsing through the air. Deciding it was time to consolidate the focus for the second half, he stepped into the center of the room. The chatter subsided as every griffin turned to look at him, drawn by his commanding presence.

Raising his voice to ensure he reached every corner of the room, Gideon declared, "Keep your heads!" The room fell completely silent, every pair of eyes locked onto him. "If we keep our heads and work together, we win. It's as simple as that."

Seeing the impact of his words, Gideon continued with more fervour, "We've got the talent, the skills, and the right plan. We just need to stay focused, stay disciplined, and execute. Remember, they're counting on us to make mistakes, to lose our cool. We're not going to give them that satisfaction."

He paused to let his words sink in, then added, "This is our field, our game. We set the pace, we control the play. Let's go out there and show them what Garibaldi is made of. Let's fight for every ball, support each other, and bring this win home!"

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Before the game, the vibe at home was pretty laid back. Amelia was chilling on the couch with Pooch snuggled up on her lap. Meanwhile, Rainbow Dash was in the kitchen fussing over some noodles.

Rainbow finally came out of the kitchen with a bowl of noodles, looking a bit annoyed. "I don’t see anything 'instant' about these instant noodles.” she complained as she walked over. "I could’ve flown to Canterlot, eaten at a fancy place, and flown back in the time it took these to cook."

Amelia just smirked, watching Rainbow try to settle on the couch without spilling. "Patience is a virtue.” she teased.

"Yeah, well, I don’t have any.” Rainbow shot back, blowing on the noodles before giving them a try. Their easy banter filled the room just before the second half kick-off.

As Rainbow Dash settled comfortably into the couch, her phone suddenly rang, jarring the quiet of the room. She glanced at it, an eyebrow arched in mild irritation, and chose not to answer. The phone lay buzzing on the coffee table, its screen lighting up with the caller ID.

Amelia, lounging beside her with Pooch still curled up in her lap, looked over curiously. "Aren't you going to pick that up?" she asked, her tone light.

"Nope.” Rainbow replied casually. "If it's really important, they'll call back."

No sooner had the phone ceased ringing than it started up again, insistent. This time, Rainbow sighed, picked it up, and answered with a resigned tone. "Oh, hey.” she greeted, recognising the number. As she listened, her initial annoyance seemed to soften somewhat. "Yeah, yeah, I get it.” she continued, nodding slightly even though the caller couldn't see. A brief pause followed, then a reluctant acceptance, "I’ll be there, mom." She hung up with a flick of her thumb and set the phone down, her expression a mix of fond exasperation and duty.

Rainbow returned to her noodles without further comment, her focus now split between the meal she'd complained was too slow to prepare and the inevitable departure that her conversation had confirmed. Amelia watched her for a moment, a smile tugging at the corners of her mouth, amused and somewhat endeared by Rainbow's interaction with her mom.

As Rainbow Dash dug back into her noodles, seemingly unbothered by having her meal interrupted, Amelia watched her, intrigued. Here was Rainbow Dash, a world-class athlete, chilling in a friend's living room, casually chatting on the phone with her mom. It struck Amelia just how different life here was from what she knew back on Earth, where being a professional athlete meant your schedule was packed tight—training, meetings, appearances, and barely any time left for a social life.

Yet, here was Rainbow, relaxed and eating noodles, her day seemingly as unplanned as it could be. It made Amelia wonder how Rainbow managed it all. Did all athletes here have this much chill, or was Rainbow just exceptionally good at juggling her fame and personal time?

It was kind of impressive, actually. Back on Earth, any free time felt like a rare gift; here, Rainbow made it look like just another regular day. Watching her, Amelia couldn’t help but feel a mix of admiration and a slight twinge of concern—was it really okay to be this laid-back about everything?

Suddenly, Fluttershy entered through the front door, her arms laden with grocery bags. She was dressed casually in jeans and a light grey hoodie, her pink mane pulled back into a neat ponytail under a grey cap. "I'm back.” she announced cheerily as she stepped inside.

Amelia looked up from her spot on the couch, smiling warmly. "Hey, Fluttershy!" she greeted, her eyes following Fluttershy as she made her way toward the kitchen. Rainbow Dash, who had been mid-slurp with her noodles, looked up too. "Hey, what’d you get?" she called out, curious about the contents of the bags.

Fluttershy didn't stop to chat as she breezed past them into the kitchen. "Nothing for you.” she teased over her shoulder, her voice light and playful.

Rainbow’s interest was piqued; she hopped up from the couch, intent on investigating the groceries herself. However, just as she reached the kitchen doorway, Fluttershy's next comment stopped her in her tracks. "This kitchen is a mess!" Fluttershy exclaimed, her tone half-amused, half-exasperated.

Rainbow paused, glanced back at the slightly disordered state she'd left the kitchen in, and then retreated just as quickly as she had gotten up. She flopped back down next to Amelia, her curiosity suddenly tempered by the prospect of a potential clean-up. Amelia chuckled softly, watching the quick change in Rainbow’s enthusiasm, amused by the easy and familiar dynamic between the friends.

Rainbow Dash caught Amelia's eye and, with a sly grin, reached into her pocket. She pulled out a familiar 20-bit note, the one she had waved in front of Amelia earlier as a joke. Now, she dangled it teasingly in the air. “Hey, how about you clean up my mess for this?” she quipped, her eyebrows waggling playfully.

Amelia stared back at Rainbow, her expression flat. "Really? Your laziness is something else, even for an athlete.” she remarked, the irony not lost on her given Rainbow’s energetic career. But as her gaze fell on the note, a practical thought crossed her mind. She sighed, the sound mingling with resignation and the faint amusement of being bribed so easily. "Well, twenty bits is twenty bits.” she conceded, her voice a soft murmur.

Pushing herself up from the couch, Amelia walked towards the chaotic kitchen. As Amelia stepped into the kitchen, she found Fluttershy efficiently sorting the groceries into various cupboards—some designated for their shared use, and others specifically for the animals. The scene was a contrast to the disorder left by Rainbow. Indeed, the kitchen was a mess. Noodle packets lay strewn across the countertop, and the sink was a jumble of dirty dishes that had not been attended to.

Amelia grumbled under her breath as she surveyed the chaos. The irony of the situation didn't escape her. "Imagine getting paid to clean up someone else's mess with your own money.” she muttered to herself, a hint of dry humour in her tone.

She rolled up her sleeves and started on the dishes, the sound of running water mixing with the soft rustling of Fluttershy organising the pantry. Despite the annoyance, there was something undeniably comforting about the domestic simplicity of the task, a grounding moment in the otherwise whimsical life they led at the cottage.

“How was your morning?” Amelia called out over the gentle clinking of plates.

“It was pretty good.” Fluttershy replied, her voice light as she tucked a box of cereal into the cupboard. “But I’ve got to head back out later for some garden stuff. There’s a new nursery I want to check out.”

“Need some help with that?” Amelia asked, glancing up from the sink with a casual smile.

“That’d be great, thanks!” Fluttershy grinned, grateful for the offer. She added with a playful undertone, “It's nice to have some real help around here.”

Rainbow’s voice floated in from the living room, tinged with mock annoyance. “I heard that!”

Their laughter mingled with the homely sounds, light and carefree. Amelia rinsed another plate, her movements relaxed and efficient. After some time, a small frown creased Amelia's brow as she finished drying the last of the dishes, her thoughts tumbling over each other. The kitchen felt simultaneously comforting and stifling as she turned to face Fluttershy, who was quietly arranging the last of her grocery purchases into the pantry. Amelia knew it was time to discuss her future in hoofball—an issue they'd skirted around after their last conversation ended abruptly. The right words seemed to elude her now, although they had seemed clear enough in her mind that morning.

She took a deep breath, steeling herself to broach the delicate topic. "Fluttershy, I'm really sorry about how I left things the other day.” Amelia began, her voice tinged with genuine regret. "Rainbow told me about Otter... about what happened to him. I didn't realise how deeply the risks of playing could affect you."

Fluttershy paused, her hand hovering over a bag of flour. Her expression turned somber, the shadows under her eyes seeming to deepen as she processed Amelia's words. The air between them thickened, charged with a mix of concern and impending discomfort.

"Aurora, I..." Fluttershy's voice was soft, her usual light tone edged with a hint of distress. "I know you mean well. I appreciate your concern, but can we talk about this later?" Her eyes darted away, focusing on a spot over Amelia’s shoulder, as if looking for an escape from the conversation.

Amelia’s heart sank slightly; she had hoped to resolve the tension now, to reassure Fluttershy that she understood the concerns and was taking every precaution. "It's just that this is really important to me.” she pressed gently, her desire to clear the air palpable in her earnest expression. "I want to make sure we're both okay with this, that you know I'm being as safe as I can."

Fluttershy gave a small nod, her hands now still, clutching the edge of the pantry door. "I understand. And I promise we'll sit down and talk about it properly.” she said, forcing a small smile. "Let's find a good time, maybe when we're both a bit more prepared?"

Amelia relaxed slightly, accepting the compromise. "Thank you, Fluttershy. I just want to make sure we’re on the same page.” she responded, her tone softening.

Looking to shift away from the tension, Fluttershy quickly changed the subject. "Could you help me with these?" she asked, gesturing towards a couple of heavy bags still on the floor. "I believe there's some of that tea you like so much in here."

Grateful for the distraction, Amelia stepped forward to assist, lifting the bags onto the counter. The light task helped to ease the remaining strain from their conversation. As they unpacked together, the simple act of sorting groceries seemed to restore a semblance of normalcy. The promise of a future discussion about her career in hoofball hung between them—postponed, yet acknowledged, setting the stage for a deeper dialogue when the time was right.

After Amelia finished tidying up and helping Fluttershy with the groceries, she returned to the living room, expecting to find Rainbow sprawled on the couch. Instead, she found her poised at the bottom of the stairs, dressed in a sporty outfit, seemingly ready to head out.

"Hey, I'm heading out.” Rainbow announced, adjusting a strap on her sneaker.

Amelia glanced at the TV, noting the teams were just returning to the field for the second half. "But the second half's about to start.” she protested, hoping to lure Rainbow back to the game.

Rainbow, unfazed, gave a nonchalant shrug. "It’ll end 1-1 or maybe 2-1 for the Toffees. Garibaldi's pressing is good but predictable. The Toffees just need to be sharp in front of goal." She tossed these predictions over her shoulder as she opened the door, her confidence unwavering.

Amelia watched her leave, a slight smirk forming. "Play style of Ronaldo, talent of Messi, and tactical insight like Guardiola. Does she even have any weaknesses other than her laziness?"

Just then, Fluttershy stepped into the living room, a gentle smile on her face as she caught Amelia's rhetorical question. "Don't mind Rainbow.” she said, easing onto the couch beside Amelia. "For all her quirks, she really does have a knack for the game."

They settled in, the game resuming on the screen, the background noise filling the space as they watched, surrounded by the casual evidence of Rainbow's fleeting but impactful visit.

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45’ IMMEDIATE SUBSTITUTION! As the teams prepared to kick off the second half, the atmosphere around the pitch shifted with anticipatory murmurs from the crowd. The fourth official, standing by the sideline, held up the substitution board clearly displaying the number change. The bright digits illuminated against the board showed '9' being replaced by '45', signalling a strategic shift for the Toffees.

Scootaloo was waiting eagerly on the sidelines, donning the number 45, bounced on her heels, ready to make an impact. With a quick nod to Applejack and a determined glance at the setup of the Garibaldi team, Scootaloo sprinted onto the field. Amelia, with a frown on her face, wondered why the change was made. Derpy didn’t do anything wrong but miss chances which was just bad luck so, Amelia believe the change was more tactical or Derpy picked up an injury.

"Why her again?" Amelia muttered under her breath, her frown deepening as she watched Scootaloo take up her position on the pitch. Her presence, always a point of contention for Amelia, seemed to disrupt the usual calm she felt while watching the game.

Fluttershy, who had been quietly watching beside her, picked up on Amelia's discomfort. "What do you have against Scootaloo?" she asked, her voice laced with genuine curiosity. "She seems like she’s trying to make a positive impact on the game."

Amelia sighed, her eyes still fixed on the screen where Scootaloo was now darting between players. "It’s not about her game. Scootaloo can be a real bully, always grumpy, and just... unbearable sometimes.” Amelia confessed, her voice tinged with frustration. "And if Derpy ever finds her form again, Scootaloo will just be back warming the bench."

Fluttershy looked puzzled, considering Amelia’s words. She knew Amelia to be friendly and forgiving, which made her harsh judgment of Scootaloo stand out even more. "Maybe there’s a reason for her attitude that we don’t see?" Fluttershy suggested softly, always looking for the good in others.

Amelia shook her head, though part of her wondered if she was being too harsh. "Maybe, but she makes it hard to see past the surface." Her gaze returned to the game, watching as Scootaloo chased down a ball, her every move now under Amelia's critical eye. Amelia would make sure to write down every mistake Scootaloo makes just so when Scootaloo starts acting up again, Amelia would have leverage to shut her pie hole.

Amelia's phone vibrated urgently on the coffee table, pulling her attention away from her frustrations with Scootaloo. She picked it up to see a notification blinking with the latest score from another match: The Hammers vs. The Lilywhites. The update showed The Lilywhites had taken the lead, 2-1, courtesy of Peachy Keen.

“Ah, come on!” Amelia exclaimed, her frustration mounting. She quickly grabbed the remote and switched the channel just in time to catch the replay of Peachy Keen’s goal. The commentators were praising the seamless passing between Red Summer and Glitter Dust that set up the play.

On the screen, Peachy Keen received the ball with a clever turn that shook off her marker, Tenna. She then darted forward, slicing through the defence with ease before dispatching a sharp, low shot into the back of the net. The goalkeeper, Slash, was left grasping at air as the ball tucked neatly into the corner.

“Seriously?” Amelia groaned, disappointed. She had been rooting for the Hammers to pull off a comeback, especially to see Mudd Bludd shine in such a high-stakes game. “They really needed this win.” she muttered, more to herself than to Fluttershy, who was watching the replay with a neutral expression.

Fluttershy, noticing Amelia's visible dismay, offered a sympathetic glance but remained silent, her attention shifting back to the game as Amelia switched the channel back to the Toffees and Garibaldi match. Though she didn’t share the same passion for the outcome, Fluttershy understood Amelia's investment in the games and her friends on the field.

Amelia settled back into her seat, trying to shake off the disappointment. “Let's hope the Toffees can pull through, at least.” she sighed, her mood slightly soured by the turn of events in both games. Her focus returned fully to the ongoing match, hoping for a turn of fortune that seemed increasingly elusive today.

51’ COUNTER-ATTACK! Garibaldi, aggressive and unyielding, pushed a high defensive line, aiming to stifle the Toffees by cutting off their space to manoeuvre. However, the Toffees were prepared, their strategy focused on maintaining possession and working the ball methodically through their defence and the newly established double pivot of Minuette and Big Mac.

Caramel, the Toffees' goalkeeper, collected a high cross easily and saw the opportunity to start a counter. He rolled the ball out quickly to Big Mac, who had dropped back to offer an outlet. Big Mac passed it to Thunderlane, and together, they began a calm exchange of passes that drew the Garibaldi forwards in, increasing their pressure but also opening up spaces behind them.

Thunderlane spotted Cherry Berry making a move down the left and fed her a sharp pass. Cherry Berry took a touch before sending the ball back into the centre to Minuette, who had positioned himself strategically to pivot the play. Minuette, noticing the Garibaldi team overcommitting forward, quickly switched the play to the right, finding Comet who had acres of space to advance.

Comet surged forward, his strides confident as he carried the ball up the field before spotting Octavia making a smart diagonal run from the right wing towards the centre. He threaded a precise ball through the narrowing channel between Garibaldi's centre-backs, Gin and Granger. Octavia, timing her run perfectly, latched onto the pass just inside the penalty area.

With only Gilda to beat, Octavia feinted to shoot, causing Gilda to commit early. With a deft touch, Octavia sidestepped the sprawling goalkeeper, her eyes now set on the gaping goal. From a tight angle, she unleashed a shot towards the far post, the ball spinning through the air with the goal beckoning.

However, at the last moment, Granger recovered spectacularly, sliding in to deflect Octavia’s shot just wide of the post. The ball ricocheted off the post and back into play, where it was hastily cleared by Tonic, ending the Toffees’ thrilling counter-attack.

The crowd, having risen in anticipation of the goal, now exhaled in a mixture of frustration and appreciation for the play. Octavia, hands on her hips, took a moment to regain her breath, her disappointment at the missed opportunity clear, yet her face also showed a trace of respect for Granger’s desperate yet effective defensive effort. The game resumed with the Toffees now fully aware of their ability to break through Garibaldi's press, energised and eager to exploit the high line once more.

Amelia sprang up as Octavia's shot spun towards the goal, her excitement peaking then crashing as the ball ricocheted off the post. Her hands shot to her head, eyes wide, as the crowd's collective groan resonated through the speakers. She paced briefly, unable to contain the adrenaline. The game surged on, each team pressing and parrying. Amelia hovered near the TV, drawn in by the Toffees' tactical manoeuvres, her every nerve attuned to the ebbs and flows of the match.

57’ CHANCE! the tension on the field was palpable. The Toffees, in a defensive formation, were holding their ground against Garibaldi's persistent attacks. Gabby, a central figure for Garibaldi, found herself with the ball near the right sideline after a clever play by Natalya to bypass Toffee’s left-back, Cherry Berry. Gabby’s eyes narrowed as she spotted an opening to cross the ball into the box.

Bon Bon, saw the danger unfolding and dashed towards Gabby, her mind racing to close down the space. Despite her efforts, Gabby managed to flick the ball past him, winding up for the cross. However, Minuette, ever vigilant, had anticipated the play. With a burst of speed, she slid in decisively, her tackle sending the ball spinning out of bounds just before Gabby could execute her cross. A corner was given, but Minuette’s timely intervention had disrupted a critical opportunity, a fact that brought her a brief nod of approval from Caramel, who was readying his defence for the corner.

Rosegold took the corner for Garibaldi, his mind clear as he measured the distance. He sent a curling ball into the melee in the box, where Granger, towering over most, had positioned himself against Bon Bon. Granger’s eyes were fixed on the ball as it sailed towards him, his body tensed for the leap. Bon Bon, aware of the challenge, braced herself, determination etched on her face as she jumped alongside him.

The duel in the air was intense; Granger’s height gave him an advantage, and he managed to get his head to the ball. However, his timing was slightly off. The ball connected awkwardly, sending it sailing harmlessly over the bar instead of towards the goal. Caramel, who had tracked the ball’s flight, sighed in relief as he watched it fly over, his nerves settling as he prepared for the goal kick.

From midfield, Big Mac watched the exchange, his thoughts already shifting to how to regain control once the ball was back in play. Beside him, Thunderlane adjusted his position, ready to sprint forward the moment the play resumed, hoping to capitalise on any quick counter opportunities. Vinyl and Octavia exchanged a quick glance, each mentally preparing to use their speed and skill on the wings to disrupt Garibaldi’s formation once they regained possession.

60’ SUBSTITUTION! Sensing the need for a tactical adjustment in his backline, Gideon made a decisive move on the Garibaldi bench. Granger, who had been solid for most of the game but seemed to be losing a bit of pace against the Toffees' quick counter-attacks, was substituted. Gideon called upon Falchion to step into the fray.

Falchion, a central defender known for her agility and sharp tactical awareness, jogged onto the pitch as Granger made his way off. As Falchion took up her position in the heart of the defence, she immediately started coordinating with her fellow defenders, Gin and Tonic, to ensure a seamless transition. Her fresh legs and keen positioning sense were anticipated to give Garibaldi the stability they needed to continue pressing forward without compromising their defensive solidity as the match progressed into its crucial final third.

63’ GOOOOOAAAAAAALLLLLLLL! Toffee's deliberate buildup began with Caramel collecting a loose ball near his goal line. He scanned the field and saw Lyra open, rolling the ball to her confidently. Lyra, under immediate pressure from Kairos, controlled the pass with a calm touch. Feeling the heat as Gabby joined Kairos in closing her down, Lyra passed back to Caramel, who quickly shifted the ball to Bon Bon to reset the play.

Bon Bon, aware of the high press from Garibaldi, particularly from Natalya on the left, found Cherry Berry who had a bit more space to manoeuvre. Cherry Berry took a few steps forward, drawing in Lrma and then passing sharply to Minuette in midfield. Minuette, acting as the pivot, turned swiftly and spotted Big Mac centrally positioned, who was waving for the ball.

Big Mac received Minuette’s pass and immediately noticed Thunderlane breaking free from Rosegold. With a precise and timely pass, he found Thunderlane advancing towards the final third. Thunderlane took the pass in stride and, sensing the dynamic movement ahead, saw Scootaloo making a clever run behind the Garibaldi defensive line.

Executing a perfectly timed through ball, Thunderlane played to Scootaloo’s strengths. However, Thunderlane didn’t expect to see Scootaloo’s young creative mind and potential this early into the game. Scootaloo, using her awareness to know that Gallus would immediately press her and footballing IQ, let the pass from Thunderlane run ingeniously between her legs—and crucially, between Gallus's legs as well—collecting it on the turn with a fluid motion, seeing the away crowd perk up in awe of the neat and tidy skill. With Gallus temporarily outfoxed by her manoeuvre, she looked up and saw her opportunity.

Looking up and spotting Octavia making a run, Scootaloo curled a precise ground pass with the outside of her boot, the trivela pass just out of reach for Gin who slid to intercept, Octavia meeting the ball on the right wing. As Gilda came off her line to close down the space, Octavia timed her strike perfectly, driving the ball low and fast under Gilda's arm and into the back of the net, bringing the score level in a beautifully orchestrated team effort. The stadium roared in approval as Octavia celebrated, her teammates quickly joining her, their collective effort reflecting a well-oiled machine in action.

Amelia's cheer erupted from deep within as the ball slammed into the net, her voice merging with the roar of the crowd from the TV speakers. "Yes! Yes! Yes!" she shouted, leaping from the couch, arms thrown high in exhilaration. The living room became her stadium, her spirit soaring with every replay of Octavia's expert strike.

With each angle shown, her admiration for the play grew—how Scootaloo had cleverly let the ball slip between her legs, the precision of Scootaloo’s assist, and finally, Octavia’s clinical finish. Amelia clapped her hands, still buzzing from the rush, "That's how you do it! What a play!"

As the players crowded around Octavia, hugging and patting her back on the field, Amelia mirrored their joy, dancing a little jig around the living room.

Amelia’s phone buzzed with urgency, snapping her attention from the ongoing game. The notification banner flashed the latest update: “Hammers equalize!” Excited, she grabbed the remote and flipped the channel just in time to catch the replay of the goal.

On the screen, Mudd Bludd stood focused and ready just outside the box, her body language exuding calm control amidst the mounting pressure. Zarrow, with a precise throw-in, connected with Lixir Salvé near the sideline. Lixir skilfully managed the ball under tight pressure, quickly tapping it back to Mudd Bludd.

The stadium fell nearly silent in anticipation as Mudd Bludd took a controlled touch to set herself up. She then drove a powerful, swerving strike towards goal. The commentators erupted, “Look at that strike from Mudd Bludd! Absolutely spectacular! Marshmallow Cloud misjudged it completely!” The ball bent unexpectedly, evading the Lilywhites’ goalkeeper who flailed helplessly as it soared into the top corner.

The defenders stood rooted, shock painted on their faces as the Lilywhites’ net bulged. The crowd's roar overwhelmed the commentators as Mudd Bludd was swallowed up by her teammates in a frenzied celebration. “What a way to pull level! Mudd Bludd with a moment of sheer brilliance!” one commentator continued, his voice barely rising above the noise.

Amelia couldn't help but cheer, jumping off the couch, her arms raised in victory. “Yes! What a strike!” she exclaimed, her eyes sparkling with the thrill of the game. Fluttershy looked on, a small smile playing on her lips, amused by Amelia's enthusiasm.

70’ BIG CHANCE! The Toffees were setting the pace, driven by their determination to capitalise on their momentum. The action started with Big Mac in the midfield, where he was clipped by Rosegold, causing the referee to whistle for a foul. Big Mac, though momentarily hindered, quickly rose to his feet, signalling his team to prepare for a quick play.

Caramel, aware of the urgency to maintain their offensive push, stepped up to take the free kick from just inside their half. He launched a long ball toward the right flank, targeting Octavia who had been making dangerous runs all game. Octavia, with precise timing, leaped to head the ball down towards Thunderlane, who was positioned near the edge of the penalty area.

Thunderlane, skilled in tight spaces, controlled the ball and dribbled past Kairos, drawing other Garibaldi defenders towards him. This movement created space for Scootaloo, who was hovering just outside the box, waiting for her chance. Seeing her opportunity, Thunderlane slipped a neat pass to Scootaloo who tapped it first to Vinyl on her left, pulling Tonic out of position as he tried to intercept.

Vinyl didn’t waste the chance. She feinted a shot, then played a swift pass back into the path of Octavia, who had continued her run into the box. The ball, however, was intercepted by a desperate slide clearance from Tonic, but his clearance was poorly executed.

The ball, meant to be cleared for a throw in instead ricocheted off Falchion and fell perfectly for Scootaloo, who had read the play and adjusted her position. With the goal in sight and only Gilda and scrambling defenders to beat, Scootaloo took an extra touch to set herself up for a better angle. However, this moment of hesitation allowed Gin to close down the space. Scootaloo, under pressure, fired her shot, but it soared just over the crossbar, a golden opportunity missed to get herself on the scoresheet.

The Garibaldi players exhaled in relief while the Toffees regrouped, their frustration evident but their resolve undeterred. Each player knew they had the Garibaldi team on the back foot and were eager to maintain their pressure, sensing that the game was theirs to take control of.

73’ YELLOW CARD! Rosegold receives a sharp pass near the edge of the Toffee’s box. Demonstrating exceptional skill, he controls the ball with a sublime first touch that cleverly loops it around the corner to elude his opponent, Lyra. This smooth manoeuvre leaves Lyra trailing and in a bid to recover, she extends a desperate tackle. Unfortunately, her attempt to intercept the ball is mistimed, resulting in a kick that catches Rosegold instead. The referee promptly issues Lyra a yellow card for the reckless challenge, marking it as the second yellow card for the Toffees during this intense game.

75’ SAVE! Garibaldi had begun to exert significant pressure on the Toffees, keen to exploit the spaces left by the increasingly stretched Toffee defence. From the back, Gilda started a promising build-up for Garibaldi by distributing the ball to Tonic. Tonic, recognising the aggressive positioning of the Toffee midfielders, passed it to Gabby in midfield.

Gabby, holding the pivotal role in the centre, skilfully dodged an attempted interception by Big Mac, who had pressed up to disrupt Garibaldi’s rhythm. With Big Mac momentarily out of position, Gabby found space to manoeuvre and exchanged a quick one-two with Kairos, who herself had drawn Thunderlane out, opening up more space in the middle.

Seeing the Toffee players slightly disorganised, Gabby continued to dictate the play, spreading the ball out to Rosegold. As Rosegold received the ball, he was immediately pressured by Minuette, whose aggressive stance forced him to release the ball quickly back to Gabby. With the Toffee players now converging inward, Gabby spotted Natalya making a timed run on the right, exploiting the space left by Comet, who had been drawn in by an earlier play.

Gabby delivered a beautifully lofted ball over the defence, finding Natalya on the run. Natalya, aware of her isolation with Cherry Berry trying to close her down, headed the ball down towards Genesis. Genesis, finding herself with a bit of space thanks to Vinyl's late tracking back, controlled the ball with a touch inside to evade the sliding challenge of Lyra, who had come across in a desperate bid to block the shot.

Genesis then curled a low shot towards the goal. Caramel, was fully stretched to his right, pushing the ball to safety with a strong two-handed save, effectively halting what could have been a critical moment for Garibaldi. This series of plays not only showcased Garibaldi's tactical acuity in exploiting spaces but also highlighted the resilience and quick reactions of the Toffee players, particularly Caramel, in maintaining a strong defensive stance under pressure.

As Caramel leapt to push the ball to safety, Amelia couldn’t help but applaud, her eyes tracking the keeper's every move on the screen. "Look at Caramel go.” she exclaimed, clearly impressed. "He’s definitely keeping the Toffees in the game with saves like that."

She leaned back, a mischievous twinkle in her eye. "Though, I must say, it’s a pity I'll be taking his spot one of these days." Her words were playful, yet filled with a sincere ambition that resonated through the room.

Fluttershy, sitting quietly beside her, offered no response. Her smile faltered slightly, a shadow of concern passing over her features. Amelia's casual declaration about joining the game stirred a silent turmoil within her. The idea of Amelia playing professionally brought a mix of pride and fear—pride for her friend's skills and aspirations, but fear for the risks involved. The conversation they had earlier about the dangers of professional sports lingered in her mind, unresolved. Fluttershy's internal conflict was evident, even as she tried to mask it, the thought of Amelia facing that one major injury was haunting.

80’ RED CARD AND POSSIBLE PENALTY! The match intensity had escalated as both teams pushed for a decisive outcome. The Toffees were on the attack, with Octavia attempting to create a scoring opportunity from the right wing. She drove towards the penalty area, looking to execute a cutback from her cross, but Tonic was ready. Anticipating her move, Tonic adeptly poked the ball away from her feet, swiftly regaining possession for Garibaldi.

Without hesitation, Tonic sent a quick pass down the wing to Irma, who was already on the move. Her sprint down the left flank was unchallenged, as she capitalised on the space left by Comet, who was out of position from trying to support the attack. Irma's eyes scanned the field, catching Genesis making a sharp run through the middle, expertly slipping past Lyra and Bon Bon who had been caught slightly forward in their anticipation of the play.

Irma timed her pass perfectly, slicing it through Toffee’s disarrayed defence. Genesis received the ball in stride, bursting into the midfield with only the goal in her sights as she approached the edge of the penalty area. However, Minuette, realising the imminent danger and the potential for a game-changing goal, made a calculated decision in a split second. With a steely glare, Minuette slid into a tackle from behind that was clearly wasn’t just meant to stop Genesis but to hurt her too. Minuette stopped a goal opportunity, she knew she was going to get sent off so, why not take somepony with her?

The referee's whistle blew immediately as Genesis went down, clutching her ankle. Minuette's challenge was deemed reckless, and the atmosphere tensed up as the referee pulled out a red card, sending Minuette off amid an uproar from the field and the stands. The Garibaldi players quickly surrounded Minuette, tempers flaring as they pushed and shoved, protesting her harsh tackle. Minuette stood her ground, defiantly shouting back in her native language, undeterred by the crowd of Garibaldi players around her.

From the goal, Gilda started marching towards the commotion, her frustration palpable and her intentions clear—she was ready to confront Minuette yet again. However, Gideon, caught her eye with a stern look. His single glance conveyed an unequivocal command to stand down, halting her in her tracks and preventing the situation from escalating further.

As the tension on the pitch reached a boiling point, the situation became even more heated after Minuette's deliberate foul on Genesis. As Genesis went down near the edge of the penalty box, the Garibaldi players immediately surrounded the referee, vehemently arguing that the foul had occurred inside the box, which would warrant not only a red card but also a penalty.

The referee, amid the shouts and protests, signalled for a MVAR review to clarify the exact location of Minuette's tackle. The stadium fell into a suspenseful silence as the video assistant referees examined the footage, analysing frame by frame to determine whether the foul was inside or just outside the penalty area.

The large screens showed the replay, with Minuette's sliding tackle occurring right on the line marking the edge of the box. The crowd watched as the MVAR team meticulously checked the angles, the tension palpable in the stands. After a tense few moments, the verdict came through: the tackle, though aggressive and worthy of a red card, had indeed been made just outside the penalty area.

The referee, now confident in the decision backed by MVAR, gestured to the spot just outside the box from where the free kick would be taken, much to the chagrin of the Garibaldi players who had hoped for a penalty. The decision somewhat quelled the tempers, though frustration still simmered among the Garibaldi team.

As the tension on the pitch escalated, Amelia watched anxiously from her spot on the couch. The red card flashed in Minuette's direction made her gut sink; however, she understood the necessity of the foul. "Had to be done.” she muttered, her eyes fixed on the screen, watching the replay of the tackle. "Genesis one on one with Caramel? She’d have buried that for sure."

Her understanding of the situation didn't ease the sting of seeing the Toffees down a player. "Good thing Minuette took her down outside the box, though.” Amelia added, her voice a mix of relief and frustration. The decision to foul might have cost them a player, but it potentially saved a certain goal against them.

As the MVAR confirmed the foul occurred just outside the penalty area, Amelia exhaled sharply, a brief nod acknowledging the slim silver lining in an otherwise tense moment. Despite the team's disadvantage, she couldn't help but appreciate Minuette's quick thinking under pressure, even if it meant the Toffees would have to hold on even tighter for the remainder of the match.

81’ IMMEDIATE SUBSTITUTIONS! As the pressure from Garibaldi mounted and with the disadvantage of losing a player, Applejack decided it was time to reinforce the Toffees' defence. Observing signs of fatigue and wear in her team, she called for substitutions that would stabilise their formation and enhance their defensive capability. Lyra, who had been a key defensive player but was now tiring, was replaced by Meadow Song. Meadow Song's fresh legs and solid defensive skills were anticipated to bolster the backline effectively.

Simultaneously, Applejack chose to substitute Octavia, who had been active in forward positions but whose energy was flagging, with Carrot Top. Known for her defensive diligence and ability to contribute effectively in midfield, Carrot Top's introduction was aimed at tightening the midfield and reducing the risk of Garibaldi breaking through.

With these substitutions, the team shifted to a more conservative 4-3-2 formation. This strategic move was designed to close down the space in the midfield, protect the backline, and provide a strong counter-attacking option through Vinyl and Scootaloo, who were left up front. The adjustment reflected a tactical shift towards stability and control, aiming to secure the match as it entered its final and most critical phase.

82’ DEFENSIVE BRILLIANCE! The intensity on the pitch escalated as Garibaldi, sensing an opportunity to seize the match, launched a relentless assault on the Toffee defence. The sequence began with Gilda, who kicked a long ball from her own half deep into Toffee territory. The ball sailed over the midfield, landing among the cluster of players battling for position in the Toffee box.

Genesis, always keen to capitalise on such opportunities, managed to get a flick on the ball, directing it towards Natalya on the right edge of the box. Natalya quickly controlled the pass and darted along the baseline, evading Cherry Berry with a deft touch. She squared the ball back across the goalmouth, aiming for the surging Kairos.

As the ball zipped across the Toffee goal, the defence was stretched to its limits. Meadow and Bon Bon, central to the Toffee resistance, threw themselves into the path of the incoming ball. Meadow managed to get a foot to it first, partially clearing but only as far as Gabby, who had positioned herself just outside the penalty spot.

Gabby didn’t hesitate, volleying the rebound towards the net. The shot was powerful and on target, but Bon Bon, recovering quickly, managed to block it with an outstretched leg. The ball ricocheted off Bon Bon and soared towards the top of the box, where Tonic, who had come up to support the attack, tried his luck with a first-time strike.

Caramel fully extended, leapt to his right, fingers outstretched, and managed to tip the fierce shot over the bar. The crowd roared in appreciation of the intense exchange, with Toffee supporters chanting and clapping in support of their team's desperate defensive efforts.

Amelia clenched her fists, eyes glued to the screen as the Toffees' goal came under siege. "Just a bit longer.” she murmured, feeling the weight of every second as the match neared its end. She admired the desperation with which Meadow and Bon Bon defended, bodies on the line to keep their team level.

"Come on, you've got this.” she encouraged, as if they could hear her through the television. The sight of Caramel leaping to tip a dangerous shot over the bar had her on her feet, letting out the breathe she didn’t know she held. "Good save!" Amelia shouted, a blend of admiration and relief in her voice. Her gaze then darted to the clock on the screen, counting down the minutes. "Hold on, just hold on.” she whispered, her hands now clasped in front of her, hoping the Toffees could weather the storm.

85’ FORCED SUBSTITUTION! A concerning development unfolded for Garibaldi as their star forward, Genesis, who had been a pivotal force in their offensive efforts, was seen limping noticeably. The aftermath of a harsh tackle by Minuette had taken its toll, and despite her attempts to play through the pain, it was clear she could no longer continue at full capacity.

Recognising the severity of the situation and the potential risk of further injury, Gideon made a quick decision. He signalled for a substitution, bringing off Genesis to a round of appreciative applause from the Garibaldi supporters who recognised her valiant effort. In her place, Gypsum, another capable player, was introduced to the pitch. While Gypsum lacked Genesis's explosive flair, he brought fresh energy and a different kind of physical presence that Gideon hoped would disrupt the Toffee defence in the closing minutes of the match.

As Gypsum entered the field, he quickly integrated into the team's setup, ready to apply pressure and continue the offensive push to capitalise on any opportunities in the final stretch of the game. This change was critical not only to maintain the intensity of Garibaldi's attack but also to ensure the health and safety of one of their key players, allowing Genesis the rest needed to recover.

86’ ANOTHER CHANCE! The Toffees were desperately holding onto the draw, their formation compact and focused on defence. Garibaldi, sensing their advantage, pressed forward with increased intensity, looking to capitalise on their numerical superiority.

Gallus orchestrated a move from midfield, threading a clever pass to Kairos, who had positioned herself just outside the Toffee’s penalty area. Kairos controlled the ball with a deft touch, spotting Natalya making a darting run along the right flank. With a swift pivot, Kairos launched a curving ball towards Natalya, whose speed had already put her a step ahead of Cherry Berry.

Natalya received the ball in stride and without breaking her pace, whipped a cross into the crowded penalty area. Gypsum manoeuvred between Meadow Song and Bon Bon to position himself for the header. His timing was perfect; he leapt and met the ball with a powerful header aimed at the far post.

Caramel had been outstanding all evening, but the power and placement of Gypsum's header tested his limits. He dived full stretch, his fingertips just grazing the ball. Remarkably, his touch was enough to alter the trajectory slightly, causing the ball to ping off the far post and roll agonisingly along the goal line before being cleared by Comet in a last-ditch effort.

The Garibaldi players held their heads in disbelief, while the Toffees breathed a collective sigh of relief. Caramel's heroic save not only kept the score level but also invigorated the Toffees for the final minutes of the match, rallying them to hold the line as Garibaldi surged forward in search of a late winner. The atmosphere in the stadium was electric, with every pass, every tackle, and every save being met with roars from the crowd, embodying the drama and intensity of the closing stages of the game.

88’ MORE DEFENSIVE ACTION! The tension at the stadium was palpable, with Garibaldi pressing relentlessly, eager to break the deadlock. After a quick reorganisation following the near miss, Garibaldi launched another fierce attack, spearheaded by the ever-determined Gypsum.

Gypsum, after receiving a pass from Gabby, turned sharply at the edge of the box and unleashed a powerful strike aimed at the bottom corner. Meadow, positioned perfectly, threw himself into the path of the shot. The ball struck him squarely, ricocheting away but still within the danger zone.

Before the Toffees could fully clear their lines, the ball fell to Kairos, who didn’t hesitate to take a follow-up shot. This time, it was Bon Bon who stepped up, reacting swiftly to block the shot with a determined slide. The ball deflected off her and looped towards the edge of the area, where it was finally cleared by Big Mac, sending it far from the immediate threat.

Meadow and Bon Bon’s back-to-back blocks were met with cheers and applause from the Toffee supporters, who were now rallying behind their team as they battled to secure a hard-fought draw.

As the drama of the match unfolded on the screen, Fluttershy's eyes grew distant, her thoughts adrift in a sea of nostalgia stirred by the intense scenes of defence. The Toffees' desperate blocks and tackles under the stadium lights painted a vivid tableau of the sport's rawest moments, evoking memories of her own days on the pitch. Watching the players exhaust every ounce of energy, their jerseys stained with the proof of their effort, sparked a mix of awe and wistfulness in her heart.

Amelia, feeling the shift in the atmosphere, gently rested her head against Fluttershy's shoulder, peering up at her friend with eyes full of quiet concern. "What are you thinking about?" she asked softly, her voice blending into the room's tense air.

Fluttershy's fingers, almost unconsciously, brushed through Amelia's mane, offering comfort to herself as much as to her friend. "It's been so long since I felt like this.” Fluttershy confessed, her voice tinged with a melancholy longing. "Watching them play... it brings it all back. The adrenaline, the passion, the sheer intensity of fighting for every point."

"You played?" Amelia's surprise was evident, her gaze searching Fluttershy's for more clues to this hidden chapter of her life.

With a rueful smile, Fluttershy nodded. "Yes, but it's been years.” she said, her voice a soft echo of former passions. "I wasn’t a star, but I loved it—every challenging, exhilarating moment."

Sensing an opportunity, Amelia brightened a bit, offering a bridge back to those cherished times. "Why don't we have a kickabout sometime? Just you and me?" she suggested, hope flickering in her voice.

Fluttershy's initial smile faltered, replaced by a frown that creased her normally serene face. She paused, the weight of unspoken stories clouding her expression. Finally, she exhaled a quiet apology, her decision laced with regret. "I need to go—have to pick up some things for the garden.” she murmured, avoiding Amelia's hopeful look. "Can I get you anything while I’m out?"

Amelia slowly shook her head, her smile fading to a gentle understanding. "No, thanks.” she replied, her voice low and accepting. Fluttershy's slow retreat to the door carried the heaviness of doors long closed, leaving Amelia alone with the glow of the TV and the lingering echo of what could have been—a shared joy found again in the simple grace of a game Amelia loved.

As Fluttershy disappeared through the door, the cottage seemed to settle into a quieter mood, punctuated only by the distant cheers from the television. It was then that Pooch, sensing perhaps a shift in atmosphere or simply deciding it was his time to seek attention, hopped onto the couch next to Amelia. His tail wagged energetically, a stark contrast to the somber mood that lingered in the air.

Amelia turned to him, a small smile breaking through as she scratched behind his wooden ears. "Looks like it’s just you and me now, lad.” she said softly, her voice mixing warmth with a tinge of solitude. Pooch responded with a happy pant, seemingly pleased with the undivided attention as he settled in next to her, his presence a comforting reminder that she wasn’t entirely alone.

Amelia's phone vibrated with urgency on the coffee table, the screen lighting up with a notification that drew her eyes immediately. She couldn't hide her excitement, a broad grin spreading across her face as she grabbed the remote to switch channels quickly. "They've taken the lead!" she exclaimed, her voice tinged with disbelief and excitement.

As the channel flickered to the Hammers' game, the commentators' voices boomed through the speakers, filled with a mix of shock and exhilaration. "Unbelievable turn of events here as Mudd Bludd takes control of the game!" one commentator shouted over the roar of the stadium.

On screen, the replay was in full swing. Mudd Bludd was already moving fluidly just outside her box, intercepting a sloppy clearance. She glanced up, eyes scanning, then struck a magnificent cross-field pass. "Look at that pass, straight to Cabbie Fare—who's off like a shot!" the other commentator chimed in.

Cabbie Fare was a blur down the left flank, his feet barely touching the ground as he surged forward. "And he cuts inside—oh, what a move!" Amelia couldn't help but lean forward, her hands gripping the edge of the sofa as she watched the play unfold.

As Cabbie Fare prepared to cross, Mudd Bludd charged into the penalty box, timing her run to perfection. The cross came, swift and precise, and Mudd Bludd leapt, connecting with a head-thumping header. "And there it is! What a header! Mudd Bludd—with a clinical finish!" the commentator's voice reached a fever pitch.

The crowd's reaction was deafening, cheers and chants filling the airwaves as Mudd Bludd was swarmed by her teammates. Amelia clapped her hands, her earlier tension melting into a cheer. "That’s how you do it!" she shouted at the screen, completely immersed in the joy of the moment.

"The Hammers now lead 3-2, thanks to a masterclass in counter-attacking football.” the commentator concluded, his voice still high with excitement.

Her eyes stayed glued to the screen, the thrill of the game igniting a fiery enthusiasm as she watched the replay again, her mind racing with the possibilities of what could happen next in this unpredictable match.

90+1’ YELLOW CARD AND SUBSTITUTION! As the match edged into added time, Garibaldi maintained their relentless assault, pinning the Toffees back and limiting their opportunities to break forward. Amidst this unyielding pressure, a Garibaldi throw-in deep in Toffee territory seemed to continue the trend, but Applejack used this brief pause to strategically position her players for a potential counter.

Pulling Thunderlane and Scootaloo to the sidelines, Applejack quickly laid out a plan, her hands animated as she described their movement and passing sequence. She directed them to exploit the tired Garibaldi midfield and find space on the flanks. As play resumed, her instructions seemed to spark immediate action.

Thunderlane positioned himself to receive the ball from a quick one-two with Scootaloo, who had cleverly drawn two defenders towards her before releasing the pass. With fresh instructions in mind, Thunderlane surged forward, his pace a sudden burst that caught Garibaldi off guard. He darted past the initial challenge and pushed towards the right side of the Garibaldi box, where space had momentarily opened.

As Thunderlane prepared to cut back and deliver a crucial power shot, Gallus, in a desperate bid to halt the attack, lunged in from behind. His tackle, more a product of urgency than malice, brought Thunderlane down just outside the box. The referee, positioned close to the action, did not hesitate. He blew his whistle for the foul and reached for his pocket, brandishing a yellow card at Gallus for the reckless tackle.

This pivotal moment gave the Toffees a significant opportunity right on the edge of the Garibaldi box. With Thunderlane's speed and agility drawing the crucial foul, the Toffees were now positioned to make one final push in the dying moments of the game, turning the pressure back onto Garibaldi as they set up for the free kick.

As Thunderlane sat on the pitch clutching the back of his calf in visible discomfort, the tension around the field ramped up. The tackle from Gallus had been hard enough to potentially cause more than just a minor knock. After a brief consultation with the team medic who rushed onto the field, it became apparent that Thunderlane couldn't continue without risking further injury.

Applejack, always proactive in her management, quickly signalled for a substitution. She called on Berry Punch, who had been warming up along the sideline, preparing for just such an emergency. Thunderlane, supported by the team's medical staff, slowly limped off the field, each step showing the pain he endured from the foul. Gallus, out of good sportsmanship and guilt apologies frantically as Thunderlane limped away, the exchange ended with Thunderlane fist bumping, reassuring with a smile. The crowd gave him a sympathetic round of applause, recognising his efforts and the unfortunate end to his match.

Berry Punch jogged onto the pitch with a sense of urgency, understanding the critical nature of the moment as the game neared its conclusion. This late in the match, every play was crucial, and her fresh legs provided a new dynamic to the Toffee's setup as they prepared for the free kick near the Garibaldi box.

Amelia’s anger surged as she watched the scene unfold on the television. Her fists clenched tightly as Thunderlane crumpled to the ground, a victim of Gallus's desperate lunge. “That’s a red, no question!” she shouted at the screen, her voice edged with frustration. The idea that Thunderlane could be seriously injured because of such recklessness infuriated her further. She understood the pressure of the game, the desperation, but to her, endangering another player’s career with a potentially harmful tackle was inexcusable.

“Can’t just go smashing into people’s ankles like that!” Amelia raged, pacing back and forth in front of the couch. She saw the slow-motion replay, Gallus's cleats coming dangerously close to Thunderlane's calf, and her heart raced with both concern and anger. To Amelia, it was clear as day that Gallus had escaped with far too lenient a punishment. With the new information from her big brother—well, sister, about ligament damage being a potential career ender, it only brought up more concerns. Thunderlane was lucky it was just a calf injury.

“Just lucky it wasn’t worse.” she muttered, sitting back down heavily. Her gaze fixed back on the screen, watching as the Toffees reorganised for the free kick. Despite her anger, her support never wavered, her eyes now tracking every movement, every decision, as if willing them to overcome the setback.

90+2’ GGGGGGGOOOOOOALLLLLL! Tension saturated the stadium. Scootaloo, lined up for the free kick, struck the ball with precision and force. It sailed over the wall, dipped sharply, and then, agonisingly, clanged against the crossbar, vibrating through the entire frame.

In the ensuing chaos inside the box, players from both teams scrambled. Falchion lunged to clear the rebound, but Bon Bon was directly in the ball's path, causing it to ricochet upward. From the tangle of players, Vinyl emerged, eyes locked on the ball. With a swift adjustment, she executed a flawless bicycle kick. The ball whistled through the air, just out of Gilda’s reach, and nestled into the net.

The crowd erupted, their cheers reverberating around the stadium. Vinyl, overwhelmed with adrenaline, sprinted towards the fans and leaped into the arms of the ecstatic crowd, her teammates rushing to join the frenzy.

On the field, the scene was starkly different. Garibaldi players were visibly shaken—some sat collapsed on the turf, others doubled over with hands on knees, and a few stood motionless, hands cradling their heads. Amidst this scene of despair, Gilda's voice cut through the tumult. The goalkeeper, her own disappointment etched on her face, demanded her team's attention. "Heads up!" she shouted, her tone forceful and commanding. "This match isn't over yet!" Her words spurred her teammates, reminding them that until the final whistle, the game was still alive. Gilda’s rallying cry galvanised the team, pulling them back to their feet, their focus returning as they prepared for the game’s final moments.

In an instant, Amelia's living room transformed into a cauldron of excitement. As the ball left Scootaloo's foot and struck the crossbar, Amelia and Pooch both jerked in anticipation. When Vinyl's bicycle kick soared into the goal, Amelia erupted from the couch, a whirl of joy. She bounced, clutching a bewildered but wagging Pooch, her cheers mingling with the roar of the crowd emanating from the TV.

Her face lit up with a wild mix of surprise and thrill, every nerve tingling as she watched Vinyl sprint towards the adoring fans. Amelia's heart raced, each cheer from the stadium feeding her exhilaration. Pooch, caught up in the excitement, barked happily, unsure of the chaos but riding the wave of Amelia's unbridled joy.

As the stadium resonated with the sounds of celebration, Amelia's elation was palpable—she had been transported from a mere spectator to a participant in the victory. The emotional rollercoaster of the match, culminating in Vinyl's stunning goal, left her overwhelmed yet immensely satisfied, embodying the spirit of a true comeback.

90+5’ FINAL WHISTLE! The final whistle cut through the cacophony of cheers and groans, halting the relentless chase of the ball. Players from both teams slowed, their breaths visible in the cool air, shoulders heaving from exhaustion and the weight of emotions.

The Toffees converged at the centre of the pitch, a jumble of ecstatic shouts and jubilant leaps, their faces alight with the glow of victory. They hugged, slapped backs, and waved to the stands where fans were on their feet, returning the energy with waves, cheers, and fluttering flags.

Across the field, the Garibaldi players' slower, heavier steps carried them off the pitch. Shoulders drooped not just from physical tiredness but from the defeat now settling in. In a brief huddle, Gideon's voice brought his team together, though drowned out by the crowd, clearly carried encouragement and constructive resolve, shaping a moment of learning from the loss.

Vinyl, still buzzing from her last-minute strike, jogged towards the fans. Her name echoed around the stadium, each shout a note in the symphony of celebration. She high-fived outstretched hands, her smile wide, as supporters captured the moment on phones, locking in memories.

As the stadium lights continued to shine on the departing figures of players and fans, the Toffees savoured their victory, their energy undiminished. Garibaldi, though walking away without points, carried a quiet determination, the night's lessons etched into their strategy for future games. The pitch quieted, but the echoes of the game’s climax lingered, a testament to the night's fierce competition and dramatic conclusion.

As the crowd's roar tapered into a background hum, the two managers approached each other near the sideline. Applejack, her face etched with the remnants of the match's tension but softened by victory, extended her hand first. Gideon, his expression stoic but his respect evident, clasped it firmly.

They exchanged a brief nod, acknowledging the rollercoaster their teams had just endured. "Tough game.” Applejack said, her voice carrying a mix of relief and camaraderie. "You had us on the ropes till the very end."

Gideon, his gaze steady, nodded. "Your team held strong. That last goal was something else.” he replied, a slight smile breaking through as he recalled Vinyl's acrobatic feat. "We’ll take this lesson back home."

Their handshake lingered for a moment longer, a silent testament to their mutual respect. With a final pat on the shoulder, they parted ways, each turning back to their team's celebrations and consolations, already recalibrating for the challenges ahead.

As the stadium lights dimmed and the echoes of the Toffee fans' songs lingered in the air, Amelia remained perched on the edge of the couch, the buzz of the match still tingling in her veins. The intensity of the game, the desperation of the Toffees defending tooth and nail, and the exhilaration of that last-minute goal had left her breathless, invigorated by the sheer drama of the sport.

She absorbed the final moments, replaying the highlights of the match in her mind—every goal, save, tackle, and the surge of emotion with each card drawn. It was a rollercoaster that Amelia longed to experience firsthand, not just as a spectator, but as a player amidst the fray.

Across Equestria, the Hammers celebrated their own dramatic victory over the Lilywhites, clinching a 3-2 win with Mudd Bludd heralded as the Mare of the Match. The parallels between the matches, each filled with their own narratives of comeback and triumph, only fuelled Amelia’s resolve.

In that moment, filled with the afterglow of the game's passion, Amelia made her decision. Regardless of Fluttershy’s hesitations, she couldn't ignore the pull anymore. The culture, the community, the chaos of hoofball—it wasn't just a game; it was a calling. And she was ready to answer it, determined to carve out her place in the thrilling world of hoofball.

Amelia respected Fluttershy, but this is my ambition; hoofball can not be ignored.