Nathan Price put his hands on his head. The crowd groaned in disbelief. Even both the coaches prowling the technical area were looking wide-eyed at the spectacle, jaw dropping speechlessly, utterly confounded.
[> "Hastings are dominant but still level after a flurry of intense attacking rounds. But still, no blood is drawn yet. Though, it's only a matter of time." <] Peter Walsh noted. [> "They need to take one of these chances, or it may come back to haunt them in the most gruesome way." <]
The game was eighteen minutes old. Rising Stars were hanging on by a thread.
On the touchline, Maddox regained his bearings and began shouting instructions. His team needed to weather this storm, at least, for the remainder of the first half.
[> "Compact! Stay compact!" <] he yelled. [> "Don't give them space!" <]
The goal kick was taken by Freddie Booth. The ball was pumped long toward Luis Navarro, just beyond the halfway line.
