Chapter 62 – A Night That Wouldn't Let Go
Minute 33.
The space was tight.
But Napoli didn't hesitate.
Kvaratskhelia danced on the ball like it was tethered to his boots, drawing two defenders—Malacia and Casemiro—into his orbit. He feinted once, shifted his weight, and slipped the ball through the gap before they could adjust.
Tch—!
Osimhen exploded into motion.
One touch. A second. Then—
BANG!!
The shot ripped low and hard across Onana's outstretched gloves.
GOAL.
Old Trafford fell silent for a heartbeat.
Then came the explosion—from the away end, from Napoli's bench, from the thousands watching around the world.
"Osimhen strikes!"
"Kvaratskhelia… pure chaos on the flank. What a duo!"
Nathan stood near the center circle, hands on his hips, lips pressed into a line.
He watched the Napoli players celebrate with clenched fists and pointed fingers.
Osimhen caught his gaze.
A smirk.
