Chapter 50 – Champions League Night
The second half kicked off with a sense of urgency in the air, the kind of electricity that could spark the fiercest of comebacks.
Nathan felt it too. The tingling pulse of every United fan in Old Trafford, the hum of expectations buzzing . He could already hear their cheers, see their faces, every pair of eyes locked on him. He was their hope. Their dream.
And he wasn't about to disappoint.
51st Minute –
The ball was at his feet within the first thirty seconds of the second half. Bournemouth was trying to press, but their defense was scrambling—too wide, too unsure. They had forgotten who they were dealing with.
Nathan's touch was precise, his body a fluid extension of his mind. With a soft flick of his right foot, he spun past a defender—a move that had become so natural it felt like breathing.
Spin!
The first Bournemouth player was beaten, but another closed in.
No matter. Nathan's mind was already two steps ahead.
