As a Brooklyn-bred data scientist who sees the game in code and soul, I watched B乙’s 12th round unfold—not just as stats, but as street poetry. From 0-0 stalemates to 4-0 thrashings, the numbers whispered truths no coach would dare admit. This isn’t about wins. It’s about who gets heard when the algorithm doesn’t pick the star. Read between the lines of possession—and find the humanity in every corner kick.