The roar of the Fusion's supporters echoes in the field, while the other club, Jackson's supposed club, groans and bows their heads in disappointment.

Carlson jumps to her feet immediately, furrowing her brows like she's just witnessed the impossible.

“That was so unreal. I need to check on Jackson. He must be awfully broken. Oh my baby!” She says breathlessly, running down the bleachers.

I stay behind, slowly making my way out of the bleachers, while the crowd ...