"Don't shit yourself, kid. We're still winning." A deep yet trustworthy voice rang out from behind him, surprising Archie Gray quite a bit.
"A-Ah sorry, Skip," Archie muttered, suddenly feeling a little better, though his hands were still trembling.
"I'm Rio, the guy who just scored from 80 yards. Nice to meet you," Rio smiled warmly, slapping the teenager on the back.
"I know who you are, you idiot," Archie replied, a small grin breaking through his panic.
The small chat and joke seemed to have calmed any nerves that Archie had leftover from his mistake that led to the goal, allowing him to concentrate. He saw the Hull City players rushing back to the center circle, hungry for an equalizer.
Unfortunately, the crowd was getting nervous. The Elland Road roar had turned into an anxious murmur. Since he was a local lad, Archie was well aware that the mood of the stadium could weigh heavy on young shoulders.
