The tension broke instantly. Marco looked at Silvio, who was slumped back, clutching his chest in relief.
The sun dipped behind the jagged peaks of the Italian horizon, casting long, amber shadows over a small village nestled between the loyalties of Bologna and Cremona. In the local piazza, the air didn’t smell of the usual espresso and dust; it smelled of anticipation. Bolonia vs Cremonese en Vivo
"A draw," Marco muttered, a small, begrudging smile forming. "Neither of us loses today." The tension broke instantly
In the 88th minute, with the score locked at 0-0, the piazza went silent. A Bologna winger broke free, the ball a blur at his feet. He crossed it—a perfect, arching rainbow. Marco gripped his knees. Silvio held his breath. who was slumped back