Back at the newsroom, Adaeze placed her bag on her desk, opened her laptop, and began transforming the notes she had taken on her tablet into a full narrative. Fingers flew over the keys as she painted the scene for readers, making them feel as if they were right there on the pitch. She described the controlled intensity of the players warming up, the playful confidence of Izunna Obieze, and the focus of the goalkeeper, weaving in small details that gave life to the pre-match energy.
Kamsi leaned over her shoulder. 'Wow, Adaeze, this reads like you were right there on the pitch!'
Adaeze smiled but frowned slightly. 'I need to double-check the goalkeeper's line about defensive strategy. Can't have mistakes.'
Her tablet pinged, reminding her that the first live match would begin tomorrow afternoon. Chest tightening with anticipation, she glanced at her camera beside the laptop, then at her neatly tucked notepad. Everything was ready. The tournament hadn't officially begun, but through her writing, she was already part of it.