The pitch was a far cry from the pristine, manicured fields seen in professional matches. Here, patches of grass clung stubbornly to the ground, interspersed with stretches of hard-packed dirt. The uneven surface threatened to trip up even the most agile players, forcing them to stay vigilant with every step. Yet, despite the imperfections, there was something magical about the scene. Under the makeshift floodlights—jury-rigged by Gadiona from salvaged machinery and worn-out parts—the field transformed. It wasn't just a patch of earth anymore; it was an arena, a stage where players would push themselves to the limit. The warm glow of the lights cast long shadows across the field, adding an almost theatrical air to the night.