Chapter 92: The Triumph at Wembley
Saturday, May 15, 2010
The air at Wembley buzzed with electricity as the final whistle blew. A roar exploded from the Crawley fans red scarves waving, voices shouting "Craw-ley! Craw-ley!" with pure joy and disbelief. The red-clad supporters filled the stands like a rising tide, their chants echoing through the stadium.
On the pitch, Crawley Town's players stood in awe, soaked in sweat and glory. They had done the unthinkable beating Chelsea 2-1 in the FA Cup Final. Giants had fallen, and history had been made.
The pitch was a whirlwind of emotion. Max, still gasping for breath, was lifted onto Thiago's shoulders, his body trembling with adrenaline. His eyes, red and glassy, searched the crowd and locked onto a young boy in a Crawley scarf, screaming his name. Max pointed back at him, a wide grin breaking across his face. The boy's cheers grew louder, his small fists pumping the air in triumph.