We could let this destroy us. We could let Marcus Chen win. We could let the money, the cynicism, the injustice, have the final say. Or, we could use it. We could use the anger, the injustice, the sense of a deep, burning, and righteous grievance, as fuel. We could use it to power us, to motivate us, to unite us in a way that we had never been united before.
"This is not just a football match anymore," I said, my voice a low, intense, and deeply passionate growl.
"This is a battle for the soul of the game. This is a battle between right and wrong, between the good guys and the bad guys, between the team that plays for the love of the game and the team that plays for the love of money. And we are the good guys. We are the team that plays for the love of the game. And we are going to win."
