Chapter 200: For the Fans
The final whistle blew, and for a second, the whole world seemed to pause.
Then, like a wave crashing down, everything erupted.
Crawley had done it.
They had come from behind, fought through pain and rough tackles, and beaten Peterborough 2-1 on their own ground.
Max dropped to the pitch, not out of celebration, but because his body finally gave in. His ribs were screaming. His legs felt like they could fall apart at any second.
But inside, he felt something warm and quiet: Pride.
Jamal grabbed him by the arm and pulled him up. "No time to lie down, captain. You've got a crowd to thank."
Max looked toward the far corner of the stadium.
It wasn't a big group.
Maybe 100 fans at most, huddled together in the away section.
Some wrapped in Crawley scarves, others just clapping wildly with wide eyes and huge smiles.
They weren't the loudest fans in the league.
They weren't the biggest in numbers.
But they were there through everything.
