Chapter 65 – Let's see what this skill can do
The Carrington meeting room was still—too still.
Rúben Amorim stood at the front, arms folded.
"You know what I hate the most about football?" he asked.
No one answered.
"It doesn't wait."
He stepped forward.
"Three days ago, we were embarrassed. Nottingham didn't just beat us—they walked over us. But we're not here to mourn that."
A pause.
He clicked the remote in his hand. The screen behind him lit up: the Champions League logo swirling in gold and blue.
"Because now… we face a historic opportunity."
Amorim's voice lowered, becoming something heavier.
"Champions League. Round of 16. Tuesday night. Napoli."
The screen flashed to footage—Nathan's thunderous strike from the first leg. The eruption at Old Trafford. Onana's desperate, fingertip save. The final whistle. 2–2. Still alive.
Amorim let the clip run a moment longer, then killed the screen.
