Chapter 145: Back to the Grind

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Chapter 145: Back to the Grind Chapter 145: Back to the Grind Saturday, October, 2010 The bus ride to Gillingham felt less like a team trip and more like a quiet, solemn journey. The usual card games and loud laughter were nowhere to be found. Instead, a heavy, thoughtful quiet filled the air. Each player sat alone with their thoughts, replaying Niels’s words and the grueling training sessions from the past week. The harsh headlines, critical articles, and the memory of their poor game against Hartlepool had been hard to take but this week’s training changed everything. The team wasn’t tired anymore and they were tougher. They weren’t distracted; they were fully focused on the challenge ahead. Jamal Osei, the quiet anchor in midfield, stared out the window, visualizing every tackle he’d need to make. Beside him, Dev Patel wore his headphones, but no music played he was deep in thought, mentally walking through every simple pass and first touch, determined not to repeat last week’s mistake. As the bus pulled into Priestfield Stadium, the atmosphere outside couldn’t have been more different from the tense silence inside. A sea of blue and white awaited them, and the guttural roar of the Gillingham faithful hit like a wave. This was hostile ground, a proper League One stadium where the stands pressed in tight and the fans felt almost on the pitch. The air was thick with the smell of spilled beer and meat pies, the sight of fierce faces behind chain-link fences, and the relentless rhythm of chants echoing off the concrete. And somehow, it was perfect. This was what they needed, a raw of what they were fighting for, miles away from the polished stadiums of Europe. In the small, simple away dressing room, Niels stood in front of the team. He spoke a little, without any show or excitement. "You spent the whole week fighting against yourselves," he said quietly and calmly. "You fought tiredness. You fought doubt. You fought your pride. Today, you fight in the game. Every pass, every tackle, every moment on the field is your chance to show who you really are. You are the team from Monday’s training, not the team from last Saturday." He didn’t ask for brilliance. He just asked them to be themselves. Kickoff: The whistle blew, and the match kicked off with a ferocity that matched the crowd’s energy. Gillingham, known for their physical, direct style, came charging out like a battering ram. Their plan was simple: choke Crawley in midfield and launch long balls into the box. The assault was relentless, and for the first ten minutes, Crawley found themselves pinned deep, barely able to escape their own half. This was the same kind of pressure that had broken them the week before—but something was different now. Crawley was standing their ground. At the heart of the fight were Liam McCulloch, the team’s steady general, and Harry Thompson, the old-school warrior. Gillingham’s main striker, a towering figure named Mark Bentley, was a constant threat, but the two center-backs met him head-on. Bentley won an early header, but when the follow-up shot came, Thompson threw himself in front of it, the ball thudding hard off his chest. He didn’t flinch. It was a clear message, Crawley wouldn’t be bullied today. In midfield, Jamal Osei was the unsung hero, a steady presence amid the chaos. He didn’t panic or rush. he just made sure every pass was safe and every tackle clean. Next to him, Paul Pogba was the picture of calm. He didn’t have the space he enjoyed in Germany, but his passes, though simple, were razor-sharp. He moved the ball quickly, refusing to get dragged into a physical battle. Together, they and the rest of the team moved with a new, unified rhythm, something born from the week’s intense training. For Dev Patel, this was the ultimate test. He had a moment on the edge of the box when he could’ve gone for a flashy turn, but instead, he chose to lay off a simple pass to a teammate, opening up a better angle for a shot. The shot was blocked, but the message was clear: Dev had learned his lesson. He was playing for the team. The first half was a tough, hard-fought battle. There were no great goals or standout moments. It was a fight for every inch on Gillingham’s muddy pitch. At halftime, the score was still 0-0, but Crawley had already won the mental battle. They stood their ground against the bully. Second Half: The second half started with Gillingham pushing harder. In the 55th minute, a dangerous cross flew into the Crawley box. Bentley jumped higher than everyone else and powered a header that smashed off the post, bouncing right into Adam Fletcher’s hands. The stadium erupted, but the goal didn’t come. Crawley had survived just barely. When the Gillingham defenders started to get tired, Niels made a smart move in the 65th minute. He took Nate Sutton off and brought in the fast and energetic Korey Henry. It worked immediately. Henry’s quick runs and speed pulled Gillingham’s defense apart, creating more space for Crawley’s key players. The passes, which had been short and close in the first half, now moved out to the wider parts of the field. In the 78th minute, they finally scored. It was the result of all their hard work and focus during the week. Paul Pogba got the ball in the middle of the field and quickly passed it to Dev Patel. Without hesitating, Dev made a quick pass to Korey Henry, who was running toward the goal. Henry was clear on goal and calmly kicked the ball past the keeper. Goooal! Crawley was now up 1-0. The small group of fans who traveled with the team cheered loudly, their excitement filling the stadium. The players on the pitch felt a new energy, their confidence growing with every second. Niels clapped from the sidelines, urging the team to keep pushing forward. Gillingham tried to respond quickly, but Crawley’s defense stayed solid, blocking every attempt. For the last ten minutes, Gillingham gave everything they had to try and score. It was a wild and urgent attack. To protect the lead, Niels made a smart tactical decision: he took off Dev, and brought on Zach, to strengthen the defense. Crawley’s backline, now even stronger with Zach, didn’t give in. They blocked every shot, cleared every long ball, and defended every corner. When the final whistle blew, the players collapsed to the ground, exhausted but deeply relieved. There was no celebration yet. This was more than just a win, it was proof of their hard work paying off. They had fought back together and claimed victory. Their journey to rebuild had only just begun, but they had taken the first, most crucial step toward something greater. Fulltime: Crawley 1-0 Gillingham. [Games played: 10, Win: 6, Draw: 2, Loss: 2, Points: 20]

Chapter 145: Back to the Grind

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