"Go, England!!"
"Go, Bulgaria!!"
Amid the cheers of hundreds of thousands of wizards, both teams' Chasers charged fearlessly toward the Quaffle tossed high into the air.
Of course, players good enough to make a national team would never resort to a crude, skill-less collision. That would earn them a yellow card.
The referee was a stubborn old man, after all.
England's three female Chasers might have been girls, but their teamwork was more refined, and they were bold, too.
Cho Chang and Alicia rushed ahead, not trying to grab the ball, but positioning themselves to block the three opposing players' view.
Cho Chang even used a Transylvania Feint, pretending to punch an opposing player in the nose as he tried to seize the ball. Once she had scared him back, she deftly withdrew her little fist.
Clearly, she practiced that on people all the time.
Angelina followed close behind and successfully snatched the Quaffle. She first flew sideways for a dozen or so meters, waiting for her two teammates to catch up before forming a Hawkshead Attacking Formation and charging toward Bulgaria's goalposts.
Then the three used a Porskoff Ploy and a reverse pass to score the first goal with crisp efficiency!
"Oh! England's girls are so brave and dashing! They've scored the first goal of this final!"
Bulgaria's three Chasers were now getting flustered and furious. The player who had been frightened back even intended to deliberately ram Cho Chang.
But just as he prepared to do it, a Bludger suddenly struck him from below.
Before the red-clad player knew what had happened, he had been knocked off his broom and slammed hard into the grass. He would probably need several days in the hospital to recover.
In the distance, Shawn calmly lowered the flat bat in his hand