Chapter 55: The Final Push at Burnley

Chapter 55: The Final Push at Burnley Chapter 55: The Final Push at Burnley The halftime whistle still echoed in the stark away dressing room at Turf Moor, Crawley Town’s 0-0 draw against Premier League Burnley a fragile beacon of hope. Niels’ squad had held firm, Adam Fletcher’s saves and Thiago’s flair keeping the FA Cup dream alive against Burnley’s relentless pace. Outside, 15,000 Burnley fans roared, their claret-and-blue scarves a storm, while Crawley’s 2,500 supporters, a defiant red flame, chanted, "Red Devils!" Niels stood before his squad, their sweat-soaked faces locked on him, Nate Sutton’s absence a quiet wound, his knee injury ticking toward recovery. Niels paced, voice steady but urgent. "Guys, we’re holding our own at Turf Moor against a top Premier League side. You’ve got them shaken. Fletcher, you’re a wall. Thiago, Luka, keep tearing their flanks. Kieron, press their playmaker harder, leave them no space. Burnley’s coming, but we’re Crawley, we’re giant-killers. For Nate, for our 2,500 fans out there, let’s write history." Max Simons nodded, "For Nate." The squad roared, "For Crawley!" their fire a pulse in the concrete bunker. Thiago stretched his calf, his grin fierce, "We score, boss!" Baxter’s Scouse quip, "They’re struggling at the back, boys." sparked a chuckle, but Niels’ pulse thrummed, Burnley’s wingers a riddle, the FA Cup a dream within grasp. Outside, Turf Moor’s stands pulsed, 15,000 Clarets chanting, "Burnley!" their scarves a tidal wave, Crawley’s 2,500 fans a red spark, "We are Crawley!" A girl’s sign, "Our Dream!" danced, her shout, "Come on, Reds!" piercing the din. The tunnel was a crucible, Burnley’s players towering, their striker’s glance at Luka sharp. As the squad stepped onto the frost-kissed pitch, the floodlights blazed, Burnley’s jeers a wall, Crawley’s chant, "We’ll never fall!" a beacon. The air crackled, Burnley’s pace a storm, Crawley’s heart a flame. Second Half: The whistle blew, and Turf Moor ignited, the second half a clash of steel and fire. Burnley surged, their striker outpacing Dev Patel, his shot whistling past the post, Crawley’s fans held their breath "Hold firm!" one shouted. Niels urged, "Hold them close, lads!" as his press smothered Burnley’s playmaker. Kieron Marsh stuck to him like a shadow. In the 48th minute, Jamal Osei’s tackle sparked a counter, his pass to José Baxter finding Thiago, whose shot was blocked by Burnley’s center-back, the home crowd roaring, "Clarets!" A man in a red scarf pounded the barrier, "Go on, Thiago!" his voice raw. The game was alive, Burnley’s wingers flying down the flanks. In the 52nd minute, their left winger cut inside past Reece Darby and crossed it in. Their striker got on the end of it, but Fletcher’s diving save pushed it wide. "Fletch-er!" rang out from the away fans. Crawley’s 2,500 fans chanted, "Red Devils!" their scarves twirling, a boy’s sign, "FA Cup Warriors!" glowing. In the 57th minute, Thiago, Instinct Lens [Silky technique] flaring, weaved past two defenders, his low shot smothered by Burnley’s keeper, Crawley’s fans urging, "Thi-a-go!" Niels clapped, "Keep pushing, boys!" his hope rising, Burnley’s defense creaking. Crawley fought, their grit raw. In the 62nd minute, Luka Radev’s run split Burnley’s midfield, his pass to Tom Whitehall blocked, the home fans jeering, "No chance!" Kieron’s tackle on their playmaker was clean, his nod to Max firm, Notts County’s scars a distant ache. Burnley countered, their left winger cut inside past Reece Darby and crossed. Their striker met it, but Fletcher’s diving save pushed it wide. "Fletch-er!" rang out from the away fans. A woman in a Crawley cap screamed, "You’re a hero, Fletcher!" tears shining in her eyes as her son held his scarf high, pride bursting from both of them. The tempo soared, Burnley’s pressure relentless. In the 68th minute, their striker muscled past Korey Henry, his header looping over, Crawley’s fans exhaling, "Stay strong!" Jamal cleared a dangerous cross, his shout, "Nothing through!" a war cry. Niels signaled attack, his flanks stretching Burnley’s backline, Thiago and Luka darting, but their center-back stood firm, a wall of steel. In the 75th minute, Crawley broke through. Baxter, sharp as ever, slipped a perfect pass between Burnley’s defenders. Thiago tore free and unleashed a fierce angled shot that flew past the keeper’s outstretched dive. 1-0. Turf Moor fell silent, Crawley’s 2,500 fans erupting, "Thi-a-go!" shaking the away end, red scarves a whirlwind. Thiago slid toward them, fists pumping, Luka mobbing him, Baxter’s grin wide. Niels exploded, "Stay focused, lads!" His voice thundered, raw with urgency, as Burnley’s striker’s cold, piercing gaze locked onto them like a predator zeroing in on its prey. The home crowd rallied, "Clarets!" a desperate roar, but Crawley’s chant, "Nate’s with us!" soared, a girl’s sign, "Our Dream!" twirling. A fan in a red scarf wept, his shout, "We’re giants!" raw. Burnley rallied, their playmaker slipping Kieron’s mark, his pass finding their winger, whose shot was tipped over by Fletcher, "Fletch-er!" booming. In the 80th minute, Burnley’s corner arced, their striker rising, but Dev’s clearance sparked a counter, Luka’s shot blocked, Crawley’s fans urging, "Hold on!" Niels subbed Ilyas Kadir for Tom Whitehall in the 82nd minute, fresh legs to lock the midfield, Ilyas’ sprint drawing a foul, the away end chanting, "Il-yas!" The clock ticked, Burnley’s pressure suffocating. In the 85th minute, their striker outran Jamal, his low shot smothered by Fletcher, Crawley’s fans roaring, "Fletch-er!" Max’s tackle on their winger was fierce, his nod to Korey, "We’re solid!" a vow. Burnley’s fans chanted, "Come on, Clarets!" their scarves aloft, but Crawley’s 2,500 held firm, "Red Devils!" A boy in a red cap pounded the railing, "We’ve got this!" his dad’s cheer hoarse. Stoppage time brought five agonizing minutes, Burnley’s final push a storm. Their playmaker’s free-kick curled wide, Fletcher’s shout, "It’s my ball!" piercing the din. In the 93rd minute, Burnley’s striker broke free, his shot clipping the post, Crawley’s fans gasping, "Fletch-er!" Niels’ fists clenched, his squad battered but unbowed. The final whistle blew, Turf Moor stunned, Crawley’s 2,500 fans exploding, "Red Devils!" scarves twirling, a girl’s sign, "FA Cup Dream!" soaring. Full-Time: Burnley 0-1 Crawley Town The pitch was a cauldron of joy, Crawley’s players collapsing, arms linked, faces alight. Max rallied them, "We’re giant slayer, guys!" Thiago danced, Luka’s grin wide, Fletcher mobbed by Korey and Dev. Niels pulled Kieron into a hug, his redemption complete, "You were brilliant, lad." The 2,500 fans sang, "Sweet Crawley Town!" a woman in a red scarf weeping with joy. Burnley’s players slumped, their fans silent, Turf Moor’s floodlights dimmed by Crawley’s fire. In the dressing room, the squad roared, water bottles flying, Thiago’s samba beat blaring from his phone. Niels stood, voice hoarse, "Lads, you’ve slayed a Premier League giant. Thiago, world-class. Fletcher, a giant wall. Max, our leader. We did it, we made another history reaching Quarter-final. For Nate, for our town." The squad chanted, "Crawley!" their fire a blaze. A BBC reporter caught Niels outside, "Niels, 1-0 at Turf Moor, a historic win against Premier league giant. How’s it feel?" Niels grinned, "It feels amazing and this is for our fans, for Nate. We’re dreaming big." The bus ride back was electric, Crawley’s fans lining the road, scarves raised, chanting, "Red Devils!" A fan’s banner, "FA CUP!" glowed, their faith a fire. Niels clutched a text from Elise, "You’re a legend, bro!" his chest warm. His mind turned to the Premier League teams, a tough challenge ahead. The FA Cup was still within reach, but the road was steep. Could his small but determined squad keep their fire burning, or would the weight of the top flight finally wear them down? [FA Cup: Round 5, Win vs. Burnley, 1-0] ✨ Enjoying the story? ✨ A Golden Ticket or a gift goes a long way in supporting the novel, boosting its visibility on novelhall, and keeping the Chapters flowing! Your support truly motivates me and brightens my day too! ????