Chapter 53 – Time for Speed and Composure
Carrington's training ground was unusually quiet that morning. No music. No banter. Just the thud of boots on grass and the sharp, clean crack! of footballs being struck in rhythm.
A week of mental rest had passed—a rare reprieve in a season that offered none.
Coach Amorim stood at the center circle, clipboard in hand. His eyes scanned the squad
"Next opponent…"
FA Cup
he began, voice calm but loaded with weight. "Liverpool."
The word landed like a cold gust of wind. Silence followed.
Even the rookies stopped fidgeting. Even Bruno lowered his head slightly. They all understood.
This wasn't just another fixture. This was the match.
Nathan stood still, arms folded, eyes narrowed. "This one's different,"
Valverde, leaning against a cone, gave a small snort. "If you score, kid," he said, raising an eyebrow, "how much will you ask for in your renewal?"
