Football singularity

Chapter 306 306 Trakstar

"Well, what do we have here? I can't believe my eyes! We've got a pitch invader, folks! And she's got pace!" Callum exclaimed after managing to catch his wits at the sudden interruption to the game that was just about to heat up in Heart's favour.

The blonde woman, no older than 20, sprinted onto the field with surprising agility, weaving past James Forrest near the right wing, close to Celtic's bench. Forrest did a double-take as she feinted to the right, then cut left in the direction of Bain, the Celtic goalkeeper. Creating some separation from the two stewards that had initiated the chase. Three more stewards stormed the field to assist the two already chasing her, but they seemed to be no match for her speed as the players watched this scene in disbelief.

Roy also chimed in upon seeing how well she was doing at keeping her perusers from catching her. "Well, she's outpacing the lot of them! Look at the footwork, it's like she's been taking tips from the players!"

She stopped briefly, posing for a quick snap with Callum McGregor, who stood there baffled, offering no resistance. He honestly couldn't believe what was happening and didn't even realise that she was videoing and not taking a picture. She noticed a steward closed in, but she wisely used the stunned McGregor as a human shield, slipping away just in time. Two more stewards appeared spreading their arms wide, ready to catch her. The crowd seeing this roared in excitement as if witnessing a breakaway run in the final minute of a match.

"She's got the stewards twisted inside out! Oh, what a move—straight out of an NFL playbook with that spin!" Callum animatedly exclaimed sounding way to happy at seeing the stewards hit the deck.

She channelled her inner wide receiver, as she looked left feinted in that direction before cutting right, leaving the two stewards grasping at thin air. However just as she was about to get by them, she noticed them catching their balance despite wearing dress shoes on a grass surface. Thus, she decided to perform a quick spin move back to the left completely escaping their grasp and breaking their ankles in the process.

What followed was her pointing her camera that had been filming the entire time at the tumbling guards before she hit the jest as the two that had been chasing here were closing the distance. With a quick glance over her shoulder, the blonde caught sight of the two stewards closing in fast. Their heavy steps echoed across the field, but her focus remained razor-sharp. She didn't panic.

Instead, she kept the camera steady, capturing the chaos behind her as she continued her run. With the remaining stewards closing in fast, and the Celtic supporters in the stands roaring in approval as though she was one of their own. "This is unreal! It's like watching a 90th-minute counterattack! The crowd is loving it. She's leaving these stewards for dead!" Roy commented as he watched the scene unfold.

The crowd's energy surged, cheering her on as though she were a player making a last-minute breakaway. Forrest, still recovering from the shock of her initial pass, raised his hands in disbelief as she hurdled over yet another steward, who had assumed an odd sumo stance to block her. The poor guy lunged forward, expecting to grab her, only to tumble to the ground as she soared over him with near-perfect form.

The girl had seemed to have channelled her inner track star and put her long legs to use as she hurdled over him with ease. The guy who was just doing his job trying to catch her was met with nothing but air and thus tumbled forward given that he was already in motion. Safe to say he stopped being a fan of Newton when he so himself become a meme on national television.

"Oh no! He's gone for it, and she's left him on the floor. That's another one down! Someone checks the replay on that, he might have broken his Pride with that miss!" Callum exclaimed with glee but sounding way to serious that even prompted some of the people at home who were recording the match to go back and check.

Her final act of rebellion came when she dashed into the Celtic box. With Bain having just placed the ball for a goal kick, the girl cheekily slotted the ball in-between the keepers legs and into the net. Hampden Park erupted in laughter and applause, a deafening roar from the Celtic faithful as if she had just scored the game-winning goal in the Scottish Cup final. Bain however had a mixed expression on his face as he had expect here to come over and take a picture with him not humiliate him.

"She's done it! She's put it in the back of the net! This crowd is losing their minds! Forget the cup final, this might be the highlight of the day!" Roy commented now genuinely invested in commentating on the girls pitch invasion, finding it rather amusing.

After her mock goal, she vaulted over the advertisement boards and onto the track surrounding the pitch. But the stewards weren't giving up. In a last ditch effort to save face two more stewards jumped out form the crowd she was approaching trying to earn their paycheques. Both had their arms stretched wide as they closed in from both sides with speed.

However Just when it seemed she was cornered, the blonde pulled off an unexpected move that seemed to freeze the twos braincell's —she came to a complete stop. instead in an unplanned hug almost kissing faces. "No way... she's stopping? What's she thinking?" The two stewards, unable to halt their momentum, collided into each other with a comedic thud, embracing in an unintentional hug that sent the crowd into hysterics. Their faces were just inches apart, and the stadium cameras caught every second.

"(Hahah), Well, that's an awkward one! Oh, this is turning into a circus!" Roy state in-between laughs as they watched the two guards faces light up on the large jumbotron. Without missing a beat, she slipped into the crowd, disappearing into a sea of green-clad Celtic fans. They quickly shielded her, singing one of their beloved anthems at the top of their lungs, jumping up and down to celebrate her antics. The stewards stood around, completely disoriented as they tried to locate her in what is practically a where is Waldo situation.

"Well, Callum, we came here to see a football match, but I think we just witnessed a performance of a different kind. Absolutely incredible scenes here at Hampden Park!" Those where the only words that Roy could think of when he thought of this moment.

The pitch invader may have vanished into the crowd, but her presence lingered as a ripple of laughter and disbelief coursed through Hampden Park. The match officials, standing by with their whistles, were momentarily frozen, unsure whether to resume the game or wait for the chaos to fully settle. The players, some grinning and others shaking their heads, gradually moved back into position.

Callum's voice crackled through the speakers once more, bringing the focus back to the football. "Right, folks, back to the action! Hearts had momentum, but will this unexpected break have thrown them off? Let's see if they can get back into their rhythm." On the field, the Hearts players gathered around their captain. Their body language had shifted after the interruption—some appeared restless, others eager to reclaim the control they'd started to build.

After spending a few moments making sure the interruption was dealt with the officials signalled the players to go back into position. Not wasting time, the referee blew his whistle to restart the game, however, it was clear that the disruption had only heightened the crowd's energy. they were ready to see something big happened as Celtic kicked off with a long ball down the right win.

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To Be Continued...