There wasn’t a single empty seat in the stadium, and the roar of the crowd was overwhelming.
We were actually here.We’d made it.
The ref was out in the middle of the pitch, so I ran over to shake his hand before the game kicked off.
Once we were all in position, I looked around before nodding at Cherry, who kicked the ball to begin the match.
And the game was fucking on.
The first half was a blur.Two minutes into the game and one of the Shark’s forwards, Damien Baker, received a yellow card for falling on top of Bucky’s leg.It fucked his knee, and the medics said he had to sit out the rest of the game.Bucky was devastated and we were down one of our best players just a few minutes in.
The altercation had left our team angry and determined, though.By fifteen minutes in, we were winning 6-0 as Casper, our fly-half, converted two penalties before a Sharks player scored a penalty just a couple of minutes later.
Like he was personally fucking offended by the Sharks getting any points at all, Cherry scored shortly afterwards, leaving us up 9-3.
Sweat was pouring off me and my breathing was heavy as we neared the end of the first half.In the thirtieth minute, Sam Carter, the Shark’s captain, was red carded for a high shoulder tackle to the head of Carmichael, our fullback.I winced as I watched the hit; too far to do anything but hope to fucking god he didn’t do any serious damage.Carmichael was escorted off the pitch injured, but at least he walked off.That was a good sign.
With a fire lit under him, Cherry scored again in the final minutes of the first half, taking us to 12-6.
During half time we all sat in the locker room chugging water and catching our breath after the most intense first half of a match most of us had ever played.
Carmichael was cleared to come back on for the second half, which was a relief.
“Casper, Cherry,” I shouted to get both of their attention from where they were talking to each other across the room.“You two are on fire today.Keep it up.”
“Thanks, Cap,” they both replied, only Emil blushed at the recognition.
I’d been a shitty teammate to Emil, and I needed to make it up to him.
Coach came in and adjusted a few of the game plans for the second half in light of Bucky being out of the match.
The second half started off a lot steadier than the first until Harbour got a yellow card for a head high tackle.It was out of character for him.
“You good?”I asked, smacking his shoulder.
“Yeah, sorry, Tobi,” he muttered before running back into position.
I couldn’t help but panic when it looked like the Sharks had scored a try from the left corner but they lost the points when the review tape showed a knock on before it was released from the initial line out and I could feel every single team mate sigh in relief.
Later in the second half, though, they did get a try, but at least they failed to convert it, keeping us ahead.
I spat onto the ground as Carmichael got a yellow card for a deliberate knock on and could hardly watch as the Sharks took the penalty that could seal their victory and take them to the finals.
Me and Harbour practically roared with joy when they missed the critical penalty and we watched the clock tick down.
The final score was fucking close at 12-11, but we fucking did it.The Tigers were going to the fucking finals of the premiership, and I’d never been so ecstatic in my life.
7
Emil
Drippingwithsweatandabsolutely caked in mud, all I could do was sit with a dopey grin on my face as the team celebrated around me.You’d think we’d won the final, but for a team that hadn’t even made it this far in over ten years, winning the semi’s was an unbelievable achievement.
I glanced over at Tobias, who was always quiet and contemplative after any game, win or lose, but he had a satisfied smile on his face that made my stomach flip.Then I remembered how his cock had practically been in my stomach just a few hours before the game and I had to look away again.
Like he’d heard my thoughts, he suddenly appeared in front of me.
“You good?”he asked.
