The players, running on nothing but adrenaline and the ghost of their half-time oranges, staggered towards the small, delirious pocket of traveling Apex fans.
"I think I need a lie-down," Kenny McLean gasped, leaning on a triumphant but exhausted Viktor Kristensen. "For about a week."
"Was that a football match or a fever dream?" Jonathan Rowe asked, his face a mask of joyous confusion.
"I'm not entirely sure."
Ethan walked onto the pitch, a slow, wide, immensely proud grin on his face.
He felt like the owner of the world's most beautiful, chaotic, and utterly unpredictable puppy.
The away dressing room at Vale Park was a strange and wonderful place.
The players were scattered, replaying the game's most insane moments.
