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Rain pours down on a muddy pitch. A player chases a loose ball, sliding through puddles. Heavy breathing. The defender closes in fast. A desperate tackle. The ball squirts loose. Another player picks it up, head up, looking for a pass. A quick one-two. The striker spins, off-balance, strikes it first-time. The shot is low, skidding off the wet grass. The goalkeeper reacts late, dives, but the ball slips through his hands. It trickles over the line. No celebration. Just exhaustion. The striker bends over, hands on knees, gasping for air. The team jogs back to the halfway line. Rain keeps falling. The game goes on. Fade to black. Text appears: 90 Minutes. No Mercy.