Victory

The championship game of Hell's Kitchen Community Middle School ended amid the cheers of 80,000 people at Metropolitan Stadium.

In truth, not all the fans who had come to watch were from Hell's Kitchen. In fact, aside from the very front rows of the stands, most of the seats farther back were filled by people from other parts of New York.

The Wolves' performance won everyone's affection. They were tough and passionate, and aside from their tactical awareness, they had been flawless.

However, football games below the high school level had never emphasized tactics too heavily. This was an age when talent and courage could determine victory or defeat, and here, the players could truly enjoy the fun of the game.

The Wolves had basically won through Harry's pocket footwork and handoffs to Jamal for rushing plays.

Jamal charged forward with the ball tucked in his arms and his back hunched, barbaric as a bull, tearing the Bald Eagles' defense to shreds.

There was no dodging, footwork, or strategy. I'll just knock you aside and score a touchdown. This simple, brutal offense perfectly suited the fans' tastes.

After the scouts in the stands had written Jamal and the others' names down with heavy emphasis, the entire stadium began chanting his name.

The Wolves had won the game without suspense, with the overwhelming score of 56–14.

The Bald Eagles' two touchdowns had only come because Steve had deliberately gone easy on them and sent out his entire backup lineup.

The hardest-working person in the game had not been any of the players on the field, but Chief George, who had stubbornly remained in the Bald Eagles' rest area.

This respected police commissioner simply couldn't bear to watch the children from Regis High School get beaten into complete collapse. During halftime, he