Defeat. Again! And again! And again!
How many times had it happened now? No one on Aldrich's team could say for sure. They'd stopped counting after the seventh goal slipped through, scored effortlessly by Saldrich when thirty minutes had barely ticked by.
Now, with only ten minutes left on the clock, all Aldrich's side had managed to secure was a solitary goal. A hard-earned one, clawed into existence through Aldrich's sheer willpower and perhaps the complacency of the opposing team, who stood miles ahead with twelve goals to their name and no intention of slowing down.
"This... this is hopeless!" Dickins collapsed onto the turf, arms sprawled, breath heaving. He had no reservations about voicing what everyone else was thinking but couldn't bring themselves to admit. Not Valeria, not Opius.
