Chapter 58 - No Mercy at Elland Road
The whistle blew.
Elland Road crackled with energy. The tension wasn't heavy. This wasn't just any match. This was the match. A clash of memories and evolution. The past against the present.
Nathan stepped forward, his boots sinking into the familiar grass beneath him. Leeds. The club that raised him. The stadium that once chanted his name as their own.
Now, they faced him.
Hands extended across the halfway line. United and Leeds players shook in respectful silence—nothing forced, nothing fake. Just the mutual understanding that what was coming next would demand everything.
And then, he stood in front of him.
Marco.
Captain. Big brother. Enforcer.
Nathan's eyes lit up as he smiled wide.
"Marco… I missed you."
Marco chuckled, that same gravelly laugh that used to echo through the youth locker rooms after every hard-earned win.
