For the second time in five minutes, the home fans had been rendered completely speechless by a goal that defied logic.
The only sound was the delirious, frantic roar from the tiny section of traveling Apex supporters and the shouts of the players in the all-black kits.
Ethan stood on the sideline, his hands on his head, a laugh of pure, unadulterated disbelief bubbling up from his chest. This wasn't happening. It couldn't be.
Bicycle kicks and impossible curling shots weren't supposed to happen in the same half, let alone the same five-minute spell. This wasn't a football match; it was a highlight reel.
On the pitch, his players were reacting with a similar sense of joyous bewilderment.
"What are they feeding you, wee man?!" Kenny McLean yelled at Emre, clapping him on the back so hard the teenager almost fell over.
Josh Sargent, the scorer of the first miracle goal, just jogged over to Emre and shook his head. "Okay, fine," he said with a grin. "Yours was better."
