90 minutes. That was enough time to win. But it was the other team who mads five goals while Team 10 could only watch and try to make up for the chemistry they lacked.
They were worlds apart when it came to these skills. A great canyon was in-between. They were no match for Team 6. And to think, there were thirty teams better than the team they had just competed against.
"And here I thought..." Akimitsu did not finish his sentence. Instead he rubbed his temples as if he was stressed.
Nevan let out a gruff scoff. "Me too. Guess we got a bit too overconfident."
"It is fine. We had a win and a draw earlier. It can't be that bad!" Noé's voice sounded almost desperate. He wanted to lift the mood.
He was above that red line. Akimitsu and a few others in their team as well. Nevan looked down at his upper arm. The numbers had yet to change. What if Mr. Tachibana did not decide in his favor? He had acted a bit hostile towards him when they had met.
