Chapter 58 – The New Star
The players stood in a tight circle. No one said a word.
Steam rose from their shoulders, sweat dripping, breaths ragged. The cold night wrapped around them, but the fire in their chests kept them standing.
Coach Amorim looked at them—l
His voice was low. Steady.
"Who's in the first five?"
A beat of silence.
Then—
"I'm third," Nathan said, stepping forward without hesitation.
Eyes turned toward him. Bruno gave a slow nod. Zirkzee smirked.
"Figured you'd want the pressure."
Nathan's gaze didn't flinch. "I want the responsibility."
Amorim clapped once. "Let's do it."
The teams split and gathered near the halfway line.
The referee and captains walked to the center, the coin tossed. Liverpool would shoot first at the Stretford End.
Zirkzee stepped forward for United's first.
The crowd began to rumble.
Thud. Thud. Thud.
Each of his steps echoed as he approached the spot.
Alisson stood tall, arms wide.
Zirkzee didn't blink.
WHACK!!
