The summer break had officially begun, and most of the players were scattered across different parts of the world—some were on vacation with their families, some were training on their own, and others were simply enjoying the rare downtime after a long, grueling season.
For them, the work was on pause.
For Richard Maddox? It had only just begun.
A week had passed since the players began their vacation. The news of City dismantling their youth team had also started to fade, as the media and clubs shifted their focus to the Copa América and the upcoming transfer for the next season.
Richard arrived at Maine Road.
Usually, there would be a few people passing by—boys in sky-blue jackets coming and going with their parents, handling paperwork for their transfers to other clubs. But now, it was completely empty.
The air was still. The corridor was eerily quiet, the only sound was the steady echo of his footsteps tapping against the floor.
KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK
