Five Apex United attackers, a frantic, swarming horde of blue shirts, sprinted directly at the Nova Athletic backline.
The Nova players, who had been expecting a patient, tactical chess match, were completely and utterly bewildered.
They were used to having time on the ball, to building play from the back.
Now, they had three players closing them down before they could even take a second touch.
"What... what is this formation?!" Tactics Tim's voice on the live stream was a squeak of pure, intellectual horror.
"It's a 3-2-5! It's a tactical nuclear bomb! This is the footballing equivalent of bringing a machine gun to a knife fight! It's madness! It's beautiful, glorious madness!"
On the sideline, Maya stood frozen, her mouth slightly agape.
All her preparation, all her detailed video analysis, all her clever tactical plans... they were useless.
How do you prepare for a tactic that makes absolutely no logical sense?
