Chances Of Silverware?

The cameras zoomed in on Benjamin as he lifted the small glass trophy, flashing a modest smile before walking fast toward the tunnel amidst the frantic chase of the reporters, still buzzing with adrenaline.

[You have to feel for SC Veendam,] the co-commentator said, his tone shifting slightly. [Sixteen goals is as brutal as it gets, and it could've been even worse if not for Nienhuis making some incredible saves]

Mike exhaled sharply. [Yeah, and look at their players—completely drained and mentally tormented. This wasn't just a loss to them; this was a nightmare. They'll want to put this behind them as soon as possible]

The screen showed Nienhuis, the SC Veendam goalkeeper, leaning against the goalpost with a blank stare. His gloves hung loosely in his hands, his mind likely replaying every goal he conceded.