Chapter 317 System Maintenance

*FWEEEEEEE*

The referee's whistle cut through the noise of Hampden Park, signalling the end of the Scottish Cup final. The cheers of the Celtic fans erupted, rising to a deafening crescendo as their team secured the coveted trophy. In contrast, Hearts players crumpled to the ground in despair, faces etched with the pain of failing at the last step. That was the game though, there always had to be a winner no matter how good both sides played or deserved to come out victorious.

They had thrown everything they had into the last 15 minutes, pushing for a late comeback that never materialized. All that running as if their life depended on it and flying into tackles just trying to bring some life into the game was all for nothing in the end. No number of tears or desire to right their wrongs from earlier in the match could change the feeling of defeat that now enveloped them.