BSV Kickers Emden 0 – HSV II 3.
Prrrrrrtt!
The referee's whistle split the air — sharp, final, absolute.
Silence followed, heavy as rain before it broke.
The home crowd stood frozen, disbelief etched across their faces.
They hadn't just lost.
They'd been broken — torn apart by a boy.
A seventeen-year-old.
A debutant.
A name no one in Emden had heard that morning… but one they would never forget by nightfall.
Julian Ashford.
The boy who came from America.
The forward who played like a storm.
Three goals — each one louder than the last.
The local fans muttered, half in awe, half in denial.
"Who is that kid?"
"Number seventy-seven?"
"Seventeen, they said—seventeen!"
Julian stood near the halfway line, chest heaving, vision still trembling from adrenaline.
His teammates surrounded him — Mageed laughing, Anssi clapping his back, Appiah shouting something lost under the roar.
