Home.
The concept of it seemed foreign to the guy who was sweating, his eyes fixated on the goal. If they make this shot, the win would be theirs.
His team knew this. The weight of it lay heavily on Yvann's shoulder.
The audience watching on the bleachers held their breaths.
Sweat trickled down Yvann's face. He was trying not to think of anything else. He needed to keep his focus or they would have to wait for another year to beat Shantel Academy's dragons.
A soft breeze blew by as the referee blew the whistle. Yvann instantly caught the ball and passed it to his nearest teammate, running close towards the goal.
A defender instantly guarded him closely, a smirk on his face.
The count down for the minutes of the game began. This was the last round. After this, the winner will be determined.
Yvann had no desire to lose.
He would snatch the win for this year and break Shantel Academy's winning streak.
