United vs Chelsea FA Cup Semis III

David sat quietly in the Manchester United locker room, a privilege Ole had allowed him despite not being part of the matchday squad. He didn't speak—not that he could if he wanted to. The weight of the game pressed down on him, and the air in the room was thick with frustration.

The only sound came from the heavy breathing of exhausted players and the occasional shuffle of boots against the floor. No one dared to speak. Some sat with their heads down, others leaned back against their lockers, staring at the ceiling, and a few were furiously gulping down water, trying to regain their strength.

Then came the explosion.

"WHAT WAS THAT?!" Ole Gunnar Solskjaer's voice thundered through the room, shattering the silence like a whip crack. His face was flushed with anger, his usual calm demeanor replaced with fury. He stood in the center of the room, glaring at every single player.