New Coach

"Goalll!" David's voice rang out through his apartment as he pumped his fist in excitement, eyes glued to the screen. He had just scored a goal, and his player—Robert Lewandowski—sprinted toward the sidelines, performing his iconic folded-arms celebration, a trademark move that oozed confidence. The virtual crowd erupted in cheers, and David grinned.

2-0.

He was winning.

His opponent, however, remained silent.

"You seem awfully better for someone who was screaming and shouting just minutes ago," Zoey's voice finally came through.

David smirked but didn't take his eyes off the screen. His midfielder, Kevin De Bruyne, had the ball now, weaving through defenders as he initiated another attack. Every pass, every movement felt precise—it was the result of hours of grinding, building the ultimate team he was now so proud of.