Chapter 240: FA Cup Third Round(II)
Crawley's players sat quietly, towels draped over their shoulders, ice packs pressed to sore muscles. The first half had been a battle of patience and now the second half awaited.
Niels moved among them, pointing out small adjustments on the board. "Keep your heads. Stick to the plan. They want to draw you into frustration don't give them that chance."
Kieron flexed his legs, feeling the tightness from relentless pressing, while Nate bounced lightly on his toes, restless to get back on the pitch.
Liam adjusted his armband, scanning the room, his calm authority anchoring the team.
Outside, the soft cheers of the crowd signaled the second half was about to begin. Crawley rose as one, a low murmur of determination running through the players.
And then the door opened, and the tunnel emptied onto the pitch once more.
The second half didn't start with a bang, it started with a steady rhythm.
