Chapter 68 – No, It's Not Over Yet
Napoli 2 – 1 Manchester United
(Aggregate: 4 – 3)
Extra Time – 105th Minute
The whistle blew for the break in extra time.
And yet... no one moved.
It was as if the air had thickened, turned heavy.
Nathan sat down slowly, legs folded beneath him, blades of grass brushing his fingertips. His chest rose and fell in long, strained exhales. Around him, teammates lowered their heads, some rubbing their faces, others just staring into space.
Silence—except for the constant roar of 60,000 Neapolitan voices echoing across the night.
His throat was dry. Sweat dripped off his chin. He could still hear Kvaratskhelia's shot in his head—BOOM!—still see the ball slicing into the top corner like it was scripted.
He clenched his jaw.
"Is this the end?" he wondered.
A shadow moved beside him. Then a hand landed on his shoulder.
Valverde.
His face was red with effort, sweat trickling into his eyes, but his stare burned.
