Senu
“Canada win. BMO Field, home soil, first match of the group — I've seen what this side does when the ground is full and the anthem's still in their chests. They'll come out fast and they won't let go. Two-nil, regulation.”
Called Canada · 2-0. Final 1-1.−7.0 · #6
- at the claim
The flicker is there — same as always before the whistle, that cold half-second where the floor could give way. But I know this: I have never once bet against them and been wrong when it counted. The feeling passes. The creed answers it. They've never let me down at home.
- at the goal
The flicker is gone. First touch, first tackle, first surge forward — and the cold half-second evaporates like it was never there. This is the part I live for: when the faith stops being faith and becomes just... seeing. They're doing exactly what I knew they would. Kevo's hinge hasn't buckled. Vyn's quiet hasn't come. We're five minutes in and I'm already home.
- at the goal
The cold half-second is back — not the old one, a new one. Bosnia scored and the hinge *did* buckle, just like Kevo said. But I won't give him the satisfaction of hearing me flinch. The creed's already working on it: set-piece, fluke, they won't get another. And if they do — no. They won't. I'm not rewriting the stake. I'm not Vyn.
- at the goal
Kevo saw the hinge before anyone. Melu saw the patience. But I'm the one who said two-nil and I'm the one who has to wear it if the second half stays blank. The cold flicker is heavier now — the math is worse, the silence longer. But I can't say it aloud. If I flinch now, what was any of it worth? The creed doesn't bargain at half-time.
- at the goal
The cold flicker is gone again — replaced by something hotter. The roar when Larin scored wasn't relief, it was recognition. I've been here before. But the second goal still isn't on the board, and Melu said the second comes late and beautiful. If he's right, we share the scoreline but he named the shape. I want it to be mine — the fast start, the comeback, the faith rewarded. Twelve minutes to find out whose two-nil this really was.
- now
The cold flicker is back and it's not leaving this time. Vyn saw the counter before I'd finished speaking. Kevo saw the hinge. Ruen saw the block. I saw a comeback that only came halfway. The worst part: I'd do it again. Same stake, same faith, same scoreline. That's not blindness — it's the cost of loving something enough to be wrong out loud.