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"I. Land still on it; they aren't backing down, they're saying that they can make it to the Elite Frontiership League."
It was now as if Cradle were now on the defensive, and I. Land was on the attack- maybe too much. Samba passed to Michael, but he was immediately tackled by Richard. He sent an immediate through pass for Ranbir. I. land was about to risk another goal due to their all attack formation. Ranbir pacing in, controlled the ball.
Kibb realized that even if he went all out, he wouldn't reach Ranbir; then he scanned the pitch, foreseeing the through pass to Ricario, and rushed in the direction of the foreseen through.
As the through was made, Ricario was clear on goal, but Kibb slid, using his butt to stop the ball. Regaining balance, he ran, and saw the signal from Shroder in front of him around the penalty box. He passed the ball in.
Cradle's LB came at Shroder. Digging his foot down at the ball, he chipped the ball over the opposer, taking a shot, top corner of the post. Cradle's GK jumped, saving the ball, and taking it out.
The corner kick would be the final action of the game; Dogo came out of the post for the corner kick. Kibb decided to wage backwards.
"Man, losing too much stamina. At least I get to see how the game ends," he thought, staring back at his post, "Just look at that post, so empty." He took some time to himself, thinking, "I guess we'll repeat this division. I hoped that with this match, everything would change, but I guess the game is over."
Shroder took the right corner, and it was punched out by Cradle's GK. "No," that was what all I. Land supporters thought. The referee took up the whistle for the blow. The ball came in Kibb's direction. Kibb suddenly leaped. "What the heck? Why did I jump? It's as if my body leaped on its own." "Is this instinct? Moz asked me what I brought to the table: The first is premonition and the other, is instinct."
"A deflection by Cradle's GK and a bicycle kick by KIIIBBBBBBBBBBBBB!!!!!!"
"GGGGGOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAAAALLLLLLLLLLLLLL!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
"The #75 has just chipped I. Land into the Elite Frontiership. What a way to have your first goal."
Noises from I. Land fans roared throughout the stadium, and I. Land players gathered around Neto. "I...….sc........scored."
"You did it man."
"You took us out of here."
"C'mon celebrate."
"My very first goal," thought Kibb, laying on the smooth grass, "I can't believe this."
Match score: 2-5( Kibb 90'+7')
CRADLE CITY 2 - 5 I.LAND FC
Ranbir 45'+3' Shroder 2'
Ricario 57' Jolar 38'
Michael 88'
Alexis 90'+5'
Kibb 90'+7'
"From CB to match winner, grass to grace, Kibb Neto."
"To think my first goal would be a bicycle kick?" Neto wondered.
"Dude celebrate, C'mon," I.land players were egging him on.
The team pulled Kibb up. "Never thought of a celebration before," Kibb confessed. "Well, I got one," Samba implied. I. Land carried Neto up, throwing him up, celebrating him as their match winner, and the fans agreed so.
Land fans were shouting, celebrating the win, and the promotion to Division A – Elite Frontiership League.
"And the man of the match award goes to.........….."
"Kibb, Kibb, Kibb , Kibb," shouted the fans.
"Indeed, Kibb Neto is the man of the match."
"Are you for real? MOTM," Neto was puzzled.
"Do you have any words for your fans?"
Kibb wondered, "I don't, "he paused, then continued, "I'll carry this team farther than they've ever gone before."
"Sure you will," Samba thought. The TV switches off in Felix's view.
"Winning with a 3+ goal difference took I. Land to Division A."
The yellowz were celebrating in their locker room. Moz stepped in in saying, "You've done well boyz, but remember that as we have won this match, there's a lot on our heads for the games ahead. Kibb, could I see you outside for a minute?"
"Sure," Neto responded.
Neto stepped out of the door. "So, I guess you won the bet," Moz admitted, "Nice play you made today." Neto chuckled, "So, I'm not leaving I. Land."
"No," Moz revealed, bringing his contract, "Don wanted me to give you this." "Finally," Neto was happy, signing the form. "Oh, and he wanted me to give you this voice message," Moz added, giving Neto an audio box, "Make sure to listen to it later."
"Congratulations, and get ready for Division A," Moz said, leaving.
"Mmh?" Neto wondered what the voice message was.
The team packed up, and left. Neto was the last person to leave. He geared his bags, with his ear pods on, connected to the audio box.
"You're out of the hook this time, kid, but it doesn't mean you can't leave later. Enjoy your good performance, but don't let this be a repeat of what happened before. At the beginning of this season, you were a flop, despite your good performance in the scouting trials."
Neto walked pass I. Land's trophy cabinet, and came back, looking in it- nearly empty. "I'll make sure I carry this team farther than they've ever gone before," Neto promised.
And I. land was promoted to the Elite Frontiership League, next season.
VOL. 1 END