A strange near-silence had settled over the Butcher end of the stands, any excitement from the start of the game quickly turned sour. A simmering fury sat thick in the air, most supporters wearing frowns or even outright snarling their frustration. Hostility reigned as the crowd vented its frustration with the game, the opposition, the heat from the afternoon sun, and even their own team.
They were a beast with several heads, snapping at anything they could see, and each other to boot.
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