Noah

Five minutes.

That’s all that stood between us and a win.

The scoreboard glared against the dark night sky, the numbers screaming at us: Lions 28 – Riverton 24. Close. Too close.

I crouched low, fingers digging into the turf, the crowd’s roar a dull, vibrating hum in my ears. My body was wound tight, adrenaline surging, every muscle ready to explode at the snap.

Focus.

Nothing else matters right now.

Coach’s voice thundered from the sideline. “This is your ...