The Ghost of the Lady in White — Spectral Guardian

I have seen her—the Lady in White—drifting through the morning mist of the New England stadiums. They say she is a ghost of old, but I see her spirit in the relentless pursuit of the ball. In the 89th minute, when lungs burn and hope fades, she breathes a cold wind into the heels of our strikers. From Donovan's desperate sprint to Pulisic's clinical strike, she is the silent guardian of the goal, turning the tides of destiny under the stadium lights.