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This was it. Do or die for the Central Osean Republic. Kids were screaming for their favorite players. Disappointment from the Central Osean Republic's team was nowhere to be seen. This game means everything to the fans around the nation. Flourish and tranquility came from the team. However, today was more than the football game. Today was the day that the World Cup for Group D would begin. Kids and fans alike all marched in and took their seats in anticipation for a great game. Ahom and the 2nd Parallel were set to do battle.

The youth football players carried flags of the Central Osean Republic or Macau to support their squad. One footballer, Helgi Juliusson, met up with the youth football team from the Central Osean Republic that traveled all the way to Krinslo to witness this ballgame. He took a picture with them as they held the Central Osean flag of the quad-color of blue, white, green, and gold with the red stripe down the middle with the star and the wolf complementing each other on each side. When the kids were done with the field, they are marched to their section of seats. Some of them swung their flags around in the air. "Arise, O Compatriots, the Central Osean Republic's call obey to serve our Fatherland with love and strength and faith!" they all started to sing as the other entrants made their way in.

In the locker room, the team awaited to get out. Chassa got onto a stand. "It doesn't matter what anyone else does! It's us! You guys and me! We need to win! This is for Chinou!" he yelled, "It doesn't matter what happens over in the other stadium! It only matters what happens here, right now! We have a whole new generation of football players out there! Some from our own homeland and some from Krinslo. We are going to make them proud tonight!" he yelled. A "war" chant was heard throughout the whole locker room. A messenger came in from the outside. "Team Ahom is out there already announced. The fans are waiting for you. Make them rumble," he said. The team got in order. The manager stood in the back.

The kids stomped their feet in their field-level section. The announcer called out, "And now, the starting roster for the Central Osean Republic!" he yelled to the delight of the Central Osean fans around the stadium. "From the Central Osean Republic... Number 1, Chassa... Yao!" he yelled as Chassa rushed into the line. Chants of "Chassa" came from the kid's section. As the players were announced, the stadium seemed to get louder. Then, it came to the coach. "The head coach of the Central Osean Republic. From Lueludi, Mustapha Ismel!" the announcer yelled. The stadium was at its peak. The Central Osean Republic looked at their Ahom opponents. A hell of a fight was about to commence, and everyone in the stadium could feel it. "Play ball," Yao whispered to himself.

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