Chapter 91 – United vs Liverpool
Locker Room.
Sweat, steam, the low thrum of exhausted breathing.No music. Not yet.
Nathan sat on the bench, towel over his shoulders, boots still laced. He took a deep breath—and then—
Buzz.
His phone lit up.
[Breaking News: Chelsea 3 - 1 Liverpool]
His eyes scanned the line.
Then he spoke, calm but sharp:
"We're tied on points with them?"
The room went quiet.
Bruno looked up. Zirkzee stopped stretching. De Gea froze with his gloves half-off.
Dead silence.
Everyone did the math in their heads.
One match left.
United vs Liverpool.
Amorim stepped forward, voice low but full of steel.
"Boys…"
They turned. He wasn't shouting. He didn't need to.
"You were written off. After that winter form? Everyone said you were done."
He scanned the room—each face, each heart.
"But you beat City. Took the Cup from their jaws. You bled tonight, chased shadows, clawed your way back. And now…"
He pointed at the crest on his chest.
