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[It's Spencer Drummond, and it's in! James Warslow have equalized! What a goal from Drummond. It's his first goal of the tournament, and it's the goal that brings things level.]
[It's a really intelligent cross from Mason Hargrove, he really just gives everyone the eyes and makes us think he's going for the cross there. He sees his man unmarked at the edge of the box and just dinks it over to him. Spencer Drummond knows what to do, and now it's three goals apiece.]
"Damnit!" Alexis muttered under his breath. He watched as Spencer performed some wild celebrations and began to feel frustrated. Charles Patterson had created a few good chances, but they just couldn't score. Michael had even missed a couple of absolute sitters, but no one reacted to it at all. They were in the lead after all, and they felt like they would still create similar chances and score. They were getting cocky and arrogant; Spencer's goal was like a wake-up call for them.
