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Chapter 77: The Championship Final – Second Half

Author: Nyaanya
last update Petsa ng paglalathala: 2026-05-13 16:55:24

The second half exploded into chaos the moment the referee’s whistle pierced the night air. The stadium, already a cauldron of sixty thousand voices, became a living storm. Rain had returned in fitful bursts, turning the pitch into a slick, treacherous mirror that reflected the blinding floodlights. Opponents smelled blood in the water after a tense first half that had ended level. They pressed high immediately, their forwards hunting like wolves, closing spaces with aggressive intensity that f
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