Chapter 85: No Fear at Wembley
Thursday, May 13 2010
May 13 dawned crisp over London, Wembley's silhouette sharp against the pale sky. The air buzzed with tension. Chelsea fans flooded Wembley Way, waving blue flags and shouting, "Chels-ea!" and "Drogba's gonna smash ya!" Their confidence was loud and clear.
At the hotel, the Crawley squad gathered over strong coffee. Niels took a small group to the pitch at 10 a.m., keeping it short and sharp. Calm but fierce, he said, "They're giants, no doubt. But giants can fall. We're not just here to watch, we're here to make history. This is our moment. Take it."
Max's red pin caught the light. "This is our stage," he growled, voice low and fierce. Thiago's grin was sharp, almost wild. "We'll make them regret stepping here." Luka's eyes cut through the air. "Find the crack. Exploit it. Tear them apart."
