In the center circle, Connor Davis collected a loose ball for Hastings. He was a composed midfielder, the kind of player Eric usually admired, but right now, Davis was a threat that needed to be neutralized.
Davis looked up, his eyes scanning the field with predatory intent. He spotted Marcus Price making a sharp, diagonal run toward the eighteen-yard box.
[> "Davis with the ball," <] Michael Harrison's voice boomed over the stadium speakers, broadcast to the thousands in attendance and the millions watching at home. [> "Hastings looking to retake the lead before half-time." <]
Davis clipped a pass that was weighted perfectly. It bypassed the Northcastle midfield entirely. Marcus Price controlled the ball with his back to the goal, his first touch killing the momentum of the sphere instantly.
