Chapter 69 – Everyone on the Brink
The stadium trembled beneath them.
Sixty thousand voices buzzed like electricity in the air, rising and falling with each step, each breath, each heartbeat.
Penalty shootout.Sudden death inches away.
Napoli stepped up first.
1st – Victor Osimhen
Osimhen was pure power. Fury wrapped in speed. The kind of striker who didn't ask questions.
He placed the ball down and backed away, bouncing lightly, gaze burning.
Onana crouched low, fingers twitching.
Whistle.
Osimhen ran—BOOM!
Shot low and hard to the left.
Onana lunged—fingertip on it—!
But the ball still snapped the net.
Goal.
1–0 Napoli.
The Neapolitan end erupted.
A wave of noise, flags, fists.
Onana slammed the turf once and stood up, nodding. No blame.
1st – Zirkzee
Coolness under fire. That was Zirkzee's gift.
He strolled to the spot like he was about to take a Sunday stroll through the park.
Placed the ball. Stepped back. One glance. One breath.
Whistle.
Tch!
