Kapitel 40: Late Drama (4)

All the Merseyside Red players had the same look of disappointment written on their faces. All of them shot an accusatory glare at Dylan. It wouldn't be too much to say that he was the cause of their current predicament.

If Omari had taken the shot, then it would have been a matter of chance. Who knew, maybe a defender could've gotten in the way of the shot or something, nobody knew.

Conceding a free kick was like giving Omari a direct path to the post. In other words, in their minds Dylan cost them the win.

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"Fucking fantastic!" Jurg yelled as soon he saw 

Omari's shot enter the post. He punched the air and shook Steve. "Absolutely fucking fantastic!" He let out a laugh.

"Didn't I tell you that those lot had it in them to beat Merseyside Red. I knew that my boys weren't inferior to a bunch of bench warmers!" Jurg yelled excitedly.

Steve smiled at Jurg. He was also happy that Teesside had managed to get the equalizer.