Their first tournament as a team felt like lightning — three group-stage victories that crackled with purpose. Sixteen goals poured in across those matches, while the back line stood like a steadfast wall, conceding only once. Sharp in attack, unyielding in defense, they moved with the confidence of something newly forged.
In the Gold Cup, the SFC U11s faced DRA and the contest paused like a held breath. Young and freshly assembled, they met seasoned opponents — DRA and the battle-hardened MJT — and poured everything into the fight. Experience met hunger, and for a time the field belonged to neither.
To the author it was a solid seven out of ten: a beginning stitched with promise. Watching them, the future felt bright — a small team with a loud heartbeat, already dreaming bigger.
