'Can I play as a false 9?' This was the only question ringing in Sam's head as his national team compatriot energetically celebrated his goal.
As soon as Sam asked that question though, he felt weird. 'No, that was phrased wrongly'. He shook his head. 'Is that even a question that I should be asking?'
'Instead of can I, I must!'
His eyes started gleaming with fire again.
Sometimes, it takes very little to set Sam's competitive spirit ablaze and this time was no different.
Heck, this was the UEFA Champions League!
He was not about to smear the history of his first UEFA champions league game by putting a drab performance; this was the stage where he was supposed to shine brightest!
'F*ck false 9!' His eyes gleamed. 'Even if I have to play as a center back, I'll still shine in the UEFA Champions League!'
FWEEE!
As soon as the game restarted, it was clear that something changed.