Day 5 of posting poem until this is fixed.
In the realm where FUT Champions dreams take flight,
There stood a team, in the soft stadium light.
But a bug, a menace, in their code did dwell,
The dreaded "penalty circle glitch," annoying as hell.
Every day, they played with might,
Yet this bug haunted their every night.
Patiently waiting, under EA's soft gleam,
They became the forgotten ones, lost in a dream.
Their passes crisp, their goals so bright,
Yet the bug persisted, an endless plight.
In the darkest night, they found no reprieve,
As the penalty circle indicator continued to deceive.
Oh, the developer, where art thou now?
With skills to mend, to soothe, to end this vow.
The players, they wait, their hopes on a string,
For the bug's defeat, for the victory to sing.
Through the challenges faced, their spirit won't twirl,
For they're bound by one goal - to conquer the circle....
Please EA, we're dying out here