Murder on the Pitch

Before tragedy comes Happiness

 As the time slowly ticked and fingernails got shorter and shorter – the 10 remaining Rowland F.C. players tried to stop the onslaught or better-suited blitzkrieg within the confines and surroundings of the Rowland penalty box.

91:45

Vilbergssen miraculously kicked the ball away past the midline after an Essen player tried weaving past the many Rowland defensemen thinking they were tired.

"C'mon, guys! Wake up!" Samuel screamed to motivate

Gregory of course was stressed, pacing on the sidelines – his index finger looking irritated by the many bites committed by Gregory's mouth.

Standing confidant and strong was Diego Fuentes – except for the showing on his right leg tapping the grass his crossed arms and stone-like greek statued face showed no signs of worry.

As Essen moved the ball through the center by the foot of their lone goal scorer Friedrich Abt he tried to set up a play.

Since they remained a player down Essen started a zone defensive scheme to limit fatigue but at the cost of maintaining a long possession unless the point man: Rory Collins could escape the older-wiser-stronger-agile: Abt.

"He's becoming more and more of a burden," Darren said with his right arm covering his eyes as he lay on his back on a massage table

"How are you feeling?" Vincent asked

"Even worse than the worst hangover ever," Darren said as he wiped a booger of blood from his nostril

"Damn," Vincent said with a cocky grin not having to feel the pain

Finally, a stressed Isaac chimed in:

"How can you guys be so nonchalant?"

"In a stressed atmosphere as this, anything helps to ease the mind," Vincent said

"Yup. Inside I am trembling." Vincent said as Isaac noticed a violent tremor from Vincent's left leg

93:03

Darren yelled

"Ahhh-kay! That's enough doc!"

"No, you must lay down! You're concussed!"

"When we were both kids there was no such thing as that and I still don't. I'm going back in. The team is getting fucked without me."

As Darren stumbled forward to Gregory still biting his index finger – Gregory was shocked asked

"Are you fine?"

"Better than when I first got in today." Darren said with the fakest smile ever

"You're the worst liar ever. But we need all the manpower we can get."

When the clock hit 93:33 a player in the mass of amalgamations in the 44X18 yard square kicked the ball out to the left sideline for a throw-in.

Gregory then raised a hand and in a sign of toughness and grit, Darren now more composed than when he first stood up jogged lightly onto the pitch to a more energetic crowd.

"You guys look dead." Darren joked to Vilbergssen bent down with his hands on his knees

"And you look like you just came from Milan. You Douche." Vilbergseen joked with a breathly grin

"Yup, and I met Heidi Klum on the beach. Wasn't as beautiful as everyone makes her out to be."

"Funny. You're a funny man 'Yogi.' Can you play as good as you joke?"

"Just watch."

Darren ran away from Samuel to the player in the box closest to where Ahlman was throwing the ball into Abt. The player was Westland Rooney, 26, still fresh-faced and slow yet with a skillfully powerful kick when unleashed. Westland already had 2 shots on goals this game but they either hit the goal post leading to a failed corner kick or were caught by Tikhonov.