0-14.
Higo could still feel the corner of his lips twitching whenever he read the final scoreboard of the game against Mongolia.
Honestly, it was ridiculous that a gap between two teams could be this big, and one could humiliate the other so badly.
Hell, the boy could still remember clearly the hollow gazes from Mongolian players after the game was over as they all went back to the locker room quickly.
It was like the stares from soldiers who knew that they had lost the war and their proud hometown was demolished by their enemies without them being able to do anything to stop it.
Even as an opponent, Higo felt pity toward them, knowing that they had done their best—or not?—in this game.
"Don't." Morita suddenly spoke, snapping Higo from his thoughts.
"What?" The goalkeeper frowned, looking at his friend confusedly.
