"GOALLLL!" The deafening screams erupted from the Manchester United bench as Bruno Fernandes coolly slotted his world-famous penalty, sending the goalkeeper the wrong way. The ball nestled comfortably in the back of the net, and the stadium erupted in celebration.
David jumped up from his seat, waving his hands in the air, shouting at the top of his lungs, "Told you so! Told you so! Goal! Goal! Goal!" His excitement was contagious, and the whole bench seemed to come alive, their spirits lifted by the early lead.
As David finally sat down, still grinning ear to ear, he heard Juan Mata's calm voice cut through the chaos. "David, calm down. The match just started." Mata spoke with his usual composed demeanor, but the glint in his eyes betrayed his amusement.
David laughed, his confidence undented. "Come on, I already told you—we're winning this match!" He leaned back, flashing a wide smile. "Don't forget, I'm—"