The Price of Brilliance

David Jones stood near the edge of the pitch, his heart still pounding from the thrill of his goal. The rush of the moment lingered, the echoes of the ball hitting the net still fresh in his mind. A satisfied smile tugged at his lips as he turned, ready to make his way to the corner post to celebrate. Just as he took his first step forward, a sudden rush of air brushed past his ear, sharp and swift, like something had just narrowly missed him.

Startled, he spun around, his pulse quickening.

Millwall's goalkeeper, Bartosz Białkowski, stood a few steps away, his arm still extended, fingers slightly curled as if he had just pulled back from an attempted strike. His usually composed face was twisted in a scowl, eyes burning with something between frustration and fury.