Twenty:
"Ready," hollered the referee. "Fight."
Knifeland grabbed, threw, and knocked down Sporkland players to help their teammate take the ball to the first goal of the game.
"Nice goal, Vivian," said Eva. "It will make your disappointment more severe when I take away your freedom. We have tissues standing by."
"Did you say something?" said Vivian. "I couldn't hear you over the sound of my indifference." A Sporkland player next took the ball to the Knifeland goal — where stood their two shortest players.
"...I have it ...I have it." The ball bounced off Brian's head into the goal.
"I seem to have more players to take the ball to your goal, Vivian," said Eva. "I guess you'll marry my brother wearing a funny hat after all."
"They say modern medications can bring people like you back to Earth," said Vivian. "Progress means you don't have to live in orbit anymore." After Knifeland scored another point, a Sporkland player again took the ball to the Knifeland goal.
"Sebastian, do you have it?" said Brian. "Do you have it? Sebastian, do you have it?" The Sporkland player bounced the ball off Brian's head into the goal. So the game went, until Knifeland led, 33 goals to 32. Sporkland had enough time to try one more goal.
"...oh no, they're going to kick it at me again," said Brian. "What am I gonna do? Somebody do something..." In an expertly-timed upset, Brian blocked the last kick of the game.
"Your Majesty," Princess Vivian said to Spot off-field. "As you saw, our strategy was to increase the pace of the game and repeatedly allow Princess Eva's team goals from the same vulnerability — your boy. Then in the final moments of the game, Sebastian closed off our vulnerability to secure our victory." Vivian turned to the field. "Oh, thank you, Sir Brian..."
"...please put me down," said Brian. "I can taste my liver..."