At the Daulapura Stadium, the ground shook with the roars of forty thousand fans. The southern stand of the stadium where the Ultras Eraman had set up their camp was covered with smoke from the flares that they smuggled into the stadium. Beneath the smoke, stands Ari Pujangga, the capo of Ultras Eraman, leading the Ultras with a megaphone in his right hand, commanding the undivided attention of the whole pack.
"United in the stands, United for Eraman!" Ari shouted through the megaphone.
"Eraman! Eraman!" the crowd responded in a chorus.
Ari glanced at the scoreboard and the match was tightly contested at 2-1 in favor of Eraman. The players were giving their all to ensure they did not concede another goal as Abanhfleft ramped up their attack in the final moment. Jebat Derhaka, the national team's new captain, headed clear another cross in the 85th minute that sent the crowd into a frenzy.
Ari looked at the boys around him and said, “Do not stop! They require us more than ever!”
The Ultras followed their leader and drummed even louder while waving their flags frantically.
Ari arrived in Daulapura, the royal capital of Eraman where the match against Abanhfleft was hosted two hours before the game started. It was usually only an hour drive from Anara, the capital city of Eraman but due to traffic, the journey took 1 and a half hours this time around. He walked through the streets surrounding Daulapura Stadium, where makeshift stalls sold Eraman scarves, flags, and street food. The fans were still buzzing after their shocking 1-0 victory away at Milchama in the opening match of the 98th World Cup qualifiers.
The Ultras were gathered in a small warung near the stadium as they waited for clearance to enter the stadium. And the recent announcement made by Putra Kencana was the topic of the day.
”I can't believe we beat Milchama. We are finally going to the World Cup, aren't we?” said Dewa, one of the younger Ultras, as he ate his plate of nasi goreng.
"We started strongly," Ari answered. "But don't let results blind us. ERAFA still needs to be reformed. Putra Kencana's announcement is a step, but we don't trust him yet.
Dewa frowned, "So, you think he's just another politician?"
"I don't know," Ari admitted. "But if he intends to reform ERAFA, he must give it dues first, because trust isn't just given. It's fought for, just like on the pitch."
Everyone in the group nodded. They were all frustrated with the stagnation and corruption-laden ERAFA.
The referee blew his final whistle, signaling the end of the match. Eraman won, 2 wins from the first 2 matches, and the stadium erupted with screams and cheers.
Ari scales the fence between the stands and pitch, waving his black and blue scarf high above his head. He locked eyes with Jebat, as the new national team captain led all the players towards the southern stand to cheer with the Ultras. Ari raised his fist in a show of support. No exchange of words, but the message was clear, that they were in this together.
Later that night, Jebat Derhaka was left standing on an empty pitch: on his own. The echoes of all those chants that the Ultras threw at him lingered in his mind. His eyes were fixed on the southern stands, where Ari led the wall of noise.
Agung Suryanantha, the head coach, came up to him. "You gave them hope tonight, Jebat," he said.
Jebat nodded, his eyes still on the empty seats. "They also gave me something. A reason to fight."






























