The air was eccentric,fans from the two teams cheered at the top of their voice to help enhance the spirit of their teams
Krüger looked up once, scanning the pitch until he saw Osas cutting diagonally through the defensive line.
A perfectly weighted through ball sliced between Levin and Goossens.
Osas sprinted into space, his stride powerful and controlled.
Valentin noticed the link up play between Krüger and Osas and dashed to stop it but was too late.
With ice in his veins, Osas feinted left, slipped right, getting past Valentin and buried the ball calmly into the bottom corner.
GOAL!...The stadium lit up with cheers. Night Phantom 2 – 0 Northin Way FC (28')
Momodu Osas with his brace — assisted by Captain Gunnar Krüger!
The recent play of event between Krüger and Osas made the stadium shook.
Flares burst again, a silver-and-black inferno of joy.
Krüger jogged toward Osas, clapping his hands once before gripping his striker's shoulder.
"This is how we lead, son!" he shouted with a grin.
Osas simply nodded, calm yet burning with quiet pride.
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Though shaken but not broken, Northin Way tried to regain rhythm by the 30th minute of the match.
Torbjørn tightened his midfield unit, pulling Durand and Hughes closer to protect their back three.
Murphy slipped past Arai and delivered a curling cross but Mayer, sharp and alert, punched it away before Jesús could connect.
Moments later, the ball fell to the feet of Vázquez, he unleashed a curling strike from 25 yards, the ball bending beautifully.
CLANG!
It surprisingly smacked against the post and rebounded into Mayer's grateful gloves.
The away bench groaned in frustration, currently losing 2-0 to Night phantom
Vincent Greenwood, watching from the stadium box, leaned forward slightly, muttering to his assistant Chloe,
"They're panicking. Night Phantom owns the rhythm."
Night Phantom continued to swarm.
Giovanni Rizzo, their center-back, began pushing higher for set-pieces, adding another towering figure in the box.
He made a swift decisive pass to West Harry whom fired a low shot that ricocheted off Matias for a corner.
The crowd whistled, they could smell another goal.
Rizzo trotted to the corner flag. He planted the ball, took three steps back, and raised his hand.
By the sound of the referee whistle,His cross curled inward like a blade
Rizzo's delivery dipped perfectly toward the six-yard box.
Osas, a predator in his zone, muscled past Goossens, leapt high, and thundered a header straight down the middle.
Valentin reacted late, his fingertips brushed air as the ball smashed into the net.
GOAL! Night Phantom 3 – 0 Northin Way FC (44')
Hat-trick Hero: Momodu Osas
Assist: Giovanni Rizzo (Corner)
The Dark Clawd erupted into chaos: flares, flags, and screams merged into one deafening celebration.
Osas knelt on the turf, arms spread wide as teammates swarmed him.
Up in the box, Greenwood rubbed his temple in disbelief.
His assistant Chloe murmured,
"If they don't respond soon, this could turn ugly, Northin Way FC where able to defeat Devertary United that happened to draw with Night phantom so what's the hold up."
"Their spirit " Greenwood said in a calm voice adjusting his tie "Well Chloe just as a cat shows a lot of confidence when chasing a nice that's the same way a cat shows a lot of fear when being chased by a dog"
"Are you suggesting that Northin Way FC fear Night phantom just the same way a cat fears a dog and is not threatened by Devertary United just the same way a cat sees a mice as a swift snack" Chloe asked while taking down notes on her tab.
"Precisely, but Night Phantom aren't just dogs they are Wolves the predators of the night" Greenwood replied"Devertary United will need to boost up there fear factor they need to upgrade from mice to beasts."
The referee glanced at his watch, then raised his whistle.
A sharp trill cut through the night air.
Half-Time: Night Phantom 3 – 0 Northin Way FC
The home fans roared approval as the players walked off.
Osas led the line, his face calm but his eyes fierce, the mark of a striker in unstoppable form.
Behind him, Krüger and Hoffman bumped fists, the team glowing with confidence.
Meanwhile, Northin Way trudged toward the tunnel, heads low, shoulders heavy.
The he champions now staring at the mountain ahead.
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The teams returned from the tunnel under the floodlights' burning glow.
The chants from the home crowd rolled through the stands; deep, rhythmic, unstoppable.
"Phantoms! Phantoms! Phantoms!"
Northin Way looked tense as they took formation. Torbjørn Johnsen, their captain, gathered his players at the circle, voice strained but steady.
"We hold the line. We fight every inch. No more space, no more fear."
The whistle blew indicating the second half had began.
Durand kicked off, sending the ball back to Hughes, who immediately played a long diagonal toward Murphy.
But Schneider Brunner was ready and with a solid tackle, quick recovery,the ball was back at the Phantoms' feet.
Night Phantom started the half with purpose, crisp passing, controlled movement, every touch full of confidence.
The rhythm was almost mechanical, the players in perfect sync, as if they were playing to an invisible symphony only they could hear.
Five minutes since that start of the second half had passed, Murphy broke through the right, slipping past Rossini, and fired in a sharp cross.
Jesús stretched hoping to connect with the bal but Mayer, vigilant as ever, dived low and smothered it.
The home fans applauded the keeper's composure.
Mayer rolled the ball calmly to Giovanni Rizzo, who began orchestrating from the back like a general.
Hoffman and Krüger formed a double pivot that completely shut down Northin Way's midfield flow.
Each time Durand tried to advance, Krüger's shadow was already there, stealing the ball cleanly before sending it forward again.
The pressure began to suffocate the visitors once more.
The ball moved like liquid silver between Phantom boots.
From Hoffman to Krüger who executed a curved pass to Adrien Pierre then to Arai.
The Japanese winger Kazuki Arai began his run down the left, slick, light-footed, his movements slicing through air and defenders alike.
He glided past Murphy, danced around Levin, and lifted his head.
In the box, Adrien Pierre ghosted in from midfield, unseen after his pass to Kazuki Arai, everything perfectly timed.
Arai curved a low pass just behind the defensive line, threading it like a needle.
Adrien Pierre met the ball in stride, one smooth motion, his left foot, curling finish to the far post.
The ball spun past Valentin's gloves and rippled the net with a satisfying thud.
GOAL! Night Phantom 4 – 0 Northin Way FC (58')
Scorer: Adrien Pierre
Assist: Kazuki Arai
The Dark Clawd Stadium erupted once again this time not for Osas but Adrien Pierre.
Thunderous applause and chants of "PHANTOMS! PHANTOMS! PHANTOMS!" shaking the steel rafters.
Pierre sprinted toward the corner flag, sliding on his knees as Arai followed with a bright grin.
Behind them, Krüger and Rizzo applauded, their faces glowing with pride and dominance.
Vincent Greenwood leaning forward "They're unraveling. The Phantoms are untouchable tonight at this rate I'll say it was a miracle Devertary United maaged to draw with them."
The tempo slowed slightly after the fourth goal.
Night Phantom controlled possession effortlessly, small passes, clever movement, dictating every second.
Krüger called out orders, his voice echoing through the night:
"Patience! No mistakes! Let them chase the game!"
Northin Way pressed, but every effort was met by a wall of calm precision.
Each Phantom player moved like part of a greater whole; calculated, composed, and mercilessly efficient.
By the 68th minute, it wasn't just a football match anymore.
It was a statement.
A declaration that the Night Phantoms were back; ruthless, elegant, and ready to reclaim the top of the La Rima League table.
Harrison leans back, arms folded, his face half-hidden in the glow of the match broadcast.
The commentators' voices cut through the tense silence, praising Night Phantom's relentless attack and fluid coordination.
"Four–nil," Harrison mutters, disbelief creeping into his tone. "Northin Way's being torn apart. I didn't think anyone could dominate them like this."
Vincent exhales slowly, his gaze unwavering. "That's exactly what worries me," he says, his voice calm but edged with warning. "Northin Way crushed Devertary United without breaking a sweat last week. For Night Phantom to make them look helpless…" He shakes his head. "It means we're dealing with a team that's on another level."
Harrison glances at him, frowning. "You think it's just a form streak? Or something deeper?"
"It's not luck," Greenwood replies firmly. "Look at their transitions. Every counter's deliberate, every run calculated. They've studied Northin Way, picked them apart piece by piece. That's the mark of preparation, no it's discipline." He points at the screen as Osas dribbles through two defenders before setting up another shot. "See that? That's not flair. That's control."
Harrison sighs, rubbing his chin. "So if Devertary couldn't handle Northin Way, and Night Phantom's destroying them, where does that leave us?"
Vincent leans back, eyes narrowing. "It leaves us with a warning. If they can dismantle the team that beat Devertary United, then when we face them again, they won't play the way they did then…" He pauses, letting the weight of his words hang in the air. "…we'd better be ready for a storm in our next match against them."
The screen flickers again as the fifth goal almost finds the net, and the room falls silent save for the commentator shouting in excitement.
Greenwood's gaze hardens, and for a brief moment, both men realize thatthey're not just watching a match. They're watching the rise of a threat.
The scoreboard glowed beneath the night sky: Night Phantom 4 – 0 Northin Way FC.
But while the Phantoms appeared in full control, Conzalo Jesús stood near midfield, hands on his hips, his gaze fixed on the ground, silent and unreadable.
Torbjørn Johnsen, still captain despite the growing frustration, walked over and muttered,
"We play to the final whistle. No surrender."
Jesús nodded once. No words, no gestures, just a quiet ignition in his eyes.
When Levin took the throw-in near the right flank, he found Durand, who played it quickly to Hughes.
Hughes turned, spotted Jesús lurking behind Krüger, and flicked the ball over with a delicate chip.
From that instant — everything changed.
Jesús trapped the ball dead with his chest and accelerated forward.
Rizzo stepped up, strong and confident, but Jesús dropped his shoulder, feinted right, and slipped left, gliding past him effortlessly.
The crowd gasped.
Rossini closed in, but Jesús' movement was electric — one touch to push the ball forward, another to pivot and spin around the defender.
Now he was clear.
Only Hoffman and Mayer stood between him and the net.
Hoffman lunged from behind, Jesús flicked the ball over his sliding tackle with outrageous control, his pace unbroken.
The crowd, though home to Night Phantom, began to murmur in awe — they could feel the gravity of what was unfolding.
Jesús entered the box like a storm.
With a sharp shift of weight, he wrong-footed Mayer, dragging the ball past the keeper before striking a thunderous right-footed finish into the roof of the net.
The stadium fell momentarily silent, then erupted with mixed emotion.
> GOAL! Northin Way FC 1 – 4 Night Phantom (67')
Scorer: Conzalo Jesús (Unassisted)
He stood near the corner flag, breath heavy, expression unshaken.
No celebration — only focus.
Behind him, Hughes pumped a fist into the air, shouting,
"That's it! That's how we fight back!"
Even Krüger, Night Phantom's captain, couldn't hide a flicker of respect as he turned to his defenders.
"That's what happens when we stop pressing," he barked. "Wake up –we don't give him another inch."
The Phantoms reorganized quickly, passing the ball around with renewed precision.
Arai and Pierre began pushing up the wings again, trying to suffocate Northin Way's sudden momentum.
But Jesús' goal had shifted the energy.
The visitors pressed higher, believing for the first time all night that the Phantoms could bleed.
At the 70th minute, Durand nearly fed Vázquez through the middle, but Hoffman intercepted with a timely slide.
He rose, dusted himself off, and yelled,
"Not again!"
The crowd, reinvigorated, clapped and chanted louder, both sides now fully alive, a battle of pride, of endurance, of will.
And though the Phantoms still led comfortably, everyone in the stadium knew that the man in black and white Conzalo Jesús, was declaring that the game was not over yet.