Chapter 61 - UEFA's Champions League
"Nathan… Nathan… Nathan!!"
The chant echoed, rolling from the terraces in waves, shaking the steel bones of the stadium. Manchester United fans were delirious. Arsenal fans, bitterly silent moments before, now joined the ovation. Even rivals knew when they had witnessed something transcendent.
Nathan stood near the halfway line, chest heaving, hair damp with sweat. His pulse thundered through his ears louder than the crowd—yet he was calm.
He glanced at the fourth official holding up the board:
10 – Nathan Perry ⬅️ | 39 – McTominay ➡️
Amorim gestured toward him.
Nathan jogged off slowly, his strides heavy with fatigue, but his head held high. As he crossed the touchline. A standing ovation. Arms raised. Fans waving scarves, phones lighting up like stars. Some even wiping away tears.
And then—Amorim embraced him.
Not the cold, professional handshake most managers gave.
"You rewrote history tonight,"
