The second half of the game blurred into the moment, and the audience screamed at the top of their lungs. People were learning what it felt like to be fans.
Supporters of the Black Spider Gang were shouting, chanting a supporting tune whenever the Black Spider Gang gained possession.
Time wisped by, and the tension inside the arena rose with each passing second. The Blood River Team grew desperate to score.
Mistakes began to appear in their gameplay, unnecessary openings, reckless fouls. This increased their agitation. Most of them had never before been under so much pressure.
Standing by the sidelines, their gang leader shouted, cursing at the top of his lungs. He made quick changes, hoping the fresh legs could conjure up some magic.
While they grew restless, the Black Spider morale rose by the second. They were at ease; they took their time to enjoy the game.
