60: Rising Tides
The euphoria from their victory lingered as the team left the stadium. The night air was cool and refreshing, a stark contrast to the heated atmosphere of the match they had just played. Liam walked out with Joaquín by his side, the two of them trailing behind the rest of the team, savoring the moment.
"Man, I'm exhausted," Joaquín groaned, stretching his arms above his head as they reached the parking lot. "But that was worth every drop of sweat."
Liam chuckled, the adrenaline still coursing through him. "You can say that again. We really pulled through today."
Joaquín nodded, his expression softening. "We did. And you were incredible out there, Liam. The way you controlled the game… it was like watching a master at work."
Liam felt a flush of pride at his friend's words but quickly brushed it off with a shrug. "It was a team effort. We all played our part."