章 659: The Battle Begins

At 4:45 PM, the Ivorian players, dressed in their team tracksuits, eagerly hopped onto the bus bound for the Luzhniki Stadium. Excitement crackled in the air, and you could feel the anticipation building with every passing moment.

As they exited their hotel premises, they were greeted by a large gathering of fans and journalists lining the streets. The crowd's energy was electric, a bluster of cheers and waving flags creating a vibrant send-off for the team.

From his seat on the bus, Zachary Bemba looked out of the window—at the sea of faces. He saw many African fans, their numbers more than ever, and their expressions filled with hope and pride. It once again stirred something deep within him. 

The sight reminded him of the responsibility they bore. They weren't just playing for themselves or their team; they were playing for an entire continent. But that responsibility came with immense pressure.