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Chapter 20 - RISING PRESSURE

CHAPTER 20: RISING PRESSURE

The euphoria of victory over Tusker FC had barely settled when reality hit. The Premier League was not forgiving. Every team eyed Kibera FC with a mixture of curiosity, skepticism, and raw aggression. And the league schedule was relentless — three matches in seven days.

Coach Kamau paced the locker room, face stern. "We won the first battle," he said. "But war is long. These matches will test our legs, our minds, and our hearts."

David Otieno nodded, sweat still drying on his brow. He could feel the weight of expectation pressing down. The fans, the club, the community — all were counting on him.

The team traveled to Nairobi for their second match, facing the Titans, a squad known for its tactical discipline and ruthless counterattacks.

The match started cautiously. Titans' defenders blocked every cross, midfielders pressed relentlessly, and every pass felt like a trap. Kevin Wanjala's lightning speed became the team's secret weapon, slicing through the defense, but every shot was met with a wall.

In the 34th minute, disaster struck. A miscommunication between Brian Ouma and Michael Korir allowed the Titans' striker to fire a low shot past Alex Kiprotich — 0–1.

The Kibera players felt it: doubt creeping in.

David gathered the team during halftime. "We've fought tougher," he said, voice steady. "We don't give up. Not today. Not ever."

The second half was a display of resilience. Samba Ndungu danced through defenders and scored a curling equalizer — 1–1. In the dying minutes, Elias Mwenda ran down the wing, whipped in a perfect cross, and David Otieno headed it home — 2–1!

The Kibera fans erupted. Another incredible win, another proof that the team could withstand pressure.

Three days later, Kibera FC faced Coastline FC, a bitter rival known for rough tackles and fiery fans. The atmosphere was hostile from the first whistle.

Tusker had been tough, Titans tactical — Coastline was chaotic, unpredictable, and physical.

Kevin clashed with Coastline's left back. Samba's toe caught the opponent during a sprint, almost sparking a fight.

Coach Kamau barked, "Control your tempers! Use your skill, not your fists!"

In the 70th minute, Coastline scored a controversial goal, and Kibera FC exploded with protest. The referee stood firm. 1–0 Coastline.

David took a deep breath. "It's not over," he whispered. "We fight every second until the final whistle."

Ten minutes later, a free-kick from Kevin found Brian's head — 1–1. And in stoppage time, Samba broke through the defense, faked the keeper, and slotted it home — 2–1 Kibera FC!

The team had survived another storm. But the pressure was mounting.

By the end of the week, whispers started across East Africa: "Kibera FC is a team to watch. David Otieno, Kevin Wanjala… even young Samba Ndungu — this squad has fire."

The Kenyan Football Federation called Coach Kamau:

"We're watching your players. Some of them may deserve international call-ups soon."

David and his teammates felt both proud and terrified. Playing for the national team meant honor… but also more games, more pressure, more expectations.

Samba, grinning, shrugged. "Looks like the fire spreads beyond Kibera."

Kevin laughed nervously. "Let's not get burned before we even finish the league."

Even Maria Atieno felt the tension. She watched David train harder than ever, sweat and determination etched on his face. She knew the burden he carried — representing not just Kibera FC, but the dreams of thousands of fans who believed in them.

Coach Kamau gathered the team after the Coastline victory.

"Pressure is not your enemy," he said. "It's the fire that forges champions. You've faced tough rivals in your first three matches. You've won two, drawn one. That's incredible. But the real test starts now."

Brian nodded. "We've learned something important: it's not just skill. It's heart. It's teamwork. And it's who can stay calm when everything tries to break you."

David looked around the room. Every player, from veterans like Kante and Alex to new signings like Michael and Elias, shared the same spark in their eyes: determination.

Kibera FC had started strong, but every victory added a layer of expectation, and the Premier League's toughest battles were yet to come.

As the sun set over Kibera, David stood on the training pitch, hands on his knees, breathing heavily. Kevin jogged to his side.

"They're going to be watching us," Kevin said.

David nodded. "Good. Let them watch. Let them see what we're made of."

Samba smirked, adjusting his cleats. "Let them try to stop us."

Coach Kamau joined them, arms crossed. "The fire is alive. But don't forget: it's not just about winning. It's about proving that Kibera FC can fight, survive, and inspire."

The team roared together, voices carrying across the dusty pitch:

"KIBERA! KIBERA! KIBERA!"

The season was far from over. But Kibera FC had proven one thing: they belonged at the top.

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