The stadium was in ecstasy. The final whistle still echoed in everyone's ears, but each Sanu player seemed already detached from time, from space, from the world outside. Murilo ran from the goal to midfield, jumping and slapping Dante and Kazana on the back with force, laughing as if he had just discovered a new happiness. Ian and Rodrigo spun in circles, shouting and laughing at the same time, tossing the ball into the air like confetti. Felipe, his face sweaty, hugged Kazana with a smile that couldn't fit on his face, and even Oliveira, always serious, allowed himself a small smile, admiring the positive chaos surrounding the victory.

The stands erupted with every celebration. Children jumped on their parents' shoulders, flags fluttered in the wind, and the sound of applause was deafening, as if the entire stadium were clapping in unison. Kelvin's family was nearly out of breath, shouting and crying at the same time. His mother wept copiously, her face red with emotion, while his father raised his arms, almost unable to believe what he was seeing. His younger brother held an improvised sign with the number 11, repeating Kelvin's name in small shouts that mixed pride and admiration.

On the field, Dante grabbed Kelvin by the shoulder and spun him around, laughing and shouting. Kazana came right behind, holding both of them by the shoulders, clapping and laughing. Murilo raised his arms, breathing deeply, trying to catch his breath between shouts. Ian, completely uncontrollable, twirled with the ball in his hands, while Rodrigo tried to prevent him from knocking everything over.

The euphoria was contagious. Even the players on the bench ran onto the field, hugging and jumping on the starters, mixing shouts and laughter, spreading energy in every corner. Coach Rafael, from a distance, smiled, watching every hug, every smile, and every victory shout with pride. He breathed deeply, satisfied to see months of hard work culminating in this moment.

While the crowd still roared, Kelvin stood still for a second, looking at the field and his teammates. His heart was still pounding, but now it was with happiness, with relief. He felt every hug, every laugh, every cheer of encouragement and victory as if the warmth of each person around him was a force filling him completely. He took a deep breath, closing his eyes for a moment, feeling the magnitude of it all.

"Kelvin! Kelvin!", his teammates were still shouting, and he ran among them, laughing, shaking hands, receiving pats on the back and tight hugs. Felipe lifted him onto his shoulders, Dante and Kazana joined in with laughter and applause, and even Oliveira, discreet, nodded in approval. Ian finally stopped spinning, breathing heavily, and went to Kelvin, giving him a quick hug.

Amid all that celebration, Rafael approached Kelvin, still wearing a proud smile, but now with the posture of someone who needed to handle something. He called the boy to the side, gesturing discreetly toward a small group of reporters waiting near the edge of the field. Most of them were focused on the team's euphoria, but some watched Kelvin expectantly, already aware of the game's impact and the young forward's incredible performance.

"Kelvin, let's go, just quick. Some reporters want to talk to you about the match", Rafael said, his voice firm but gentle. He knew that the moment of glory still needed control, that Kelvin's energy needed to be channeled.

Kelvin took a deep breath, trying to absorb everything that had just happened before following Rafael. He could still feel the warmth of the hugs, the pats on the back, and the shouts of joy from his teammates echoing in his ears. It was as if the very ground had vibrated beneath his feet, and the feeling of accomplishment still pulsed inside him, intense and electric.

As he walked toward the reporters, he quickly glanced at the players still celebrating on the field. Each of them seemed filled with raw, pure happiness, the kind only achieved after months of effort, dedication, and teamwork. Murilo, the goalkeeper, raised his fist in the air, laughing with Dante and Kazana, who shouted with joy as if there were no tomorrow. Felipe and Rodrigo spun with happiness, Ian still laughed uncontrollably, while Oliveira observed the celebration with a small smile, satisfied with the result but maintaining the calm demeanor that always defined him.

Kelvin felt the weight of the achievement and the energy from all around, but also a sense of duty fulfilled.

As he approached the group of reporters, Rafael placed a light hand on Kelvin's shoulder and said, "Take it easy, answer sincerely. They just want to know about the game, about your performance. Remember, you don't need to be nervous, Kelvin. Just breathe and answer their questions"

Kelvin nodded, taking another deep breath. He looked at the reporters, feeling a mix of nervousness and excitement, and took the first step onto the small makeshift stage set up beside the field. For a few seconds, he allowed himself to look back and contemplate the chaos of his teammates' happiness, the cheering crowd, the emotional family. Each face seemed to convey something different, but all shared the same feeling: joy, pride, relief, and victory.

Then, with a small smile, he turned forward again, ready to face the reporters. Rafael nodded, signaling approval, and Kelvin breathed deeply. The regional title was secured. The victory was theirs. And now, he just had to talk about it, with the same sincerity and intensity with which he had played every minute of that unforgettable match.

Sanu roared in unison, and every player, every team member celebrated with the certainty that this moment would be remembered forever. And this was only the beginning of Sanu's new generation, Kelvin's generation.

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