Part 31

The Borstal team could barely get near the ball at the start of the game because of the strong defenders of Fort Street, but there was one on the team who effortlessly snatched the ball, none other than the Prince. His aura has changed; unlike their fight in Windsor, the Prince now appears more serious, as if he is in a blaze as I stare at him. But when the man from FSA who was also at the center when Prince tossed a coin arrived, Fort Street snatched it back, and the ball was returned to them.

Our team did not lose. The game has become more intense as the first half ends. Not a single one aof them scored. After forty-fifth minutes, I can see how tired the prince is; he spent too much energy; his body might give out if he kept going.

Tal stopped me just as I was about to go down the bleacher. "Can you tell me where you're going?"

"I have to stop him. If he keeps doing this, his body will eventually give up," I said, worried that he would not make it till the end of the game.

"He knows