United Jaw-Dropping Request

After the press conference, Robertson made his way to the visitors' locker room deep inside Old Trafford.

The atmosphere inside was heavy.

Boots were half-removed. Jerseys lay discarded on the floor. A few players sat slouched on the benches, towels over their heads. Others stared blankly at the floor or leaned back against the lockers, silent. The sting of the final whistle—of conceding so late—still hung in the air like fog.

The pain of coming so close and leaving with nothing.

Robertson paused at the door for a moment, taking it all in. He knew this feeling. He'd seen it before—in dressing rooms that had tasted heartbreak and couldn't make sense of it.

Then, he stepped toward Steve Walford and Terry Genoe, the two assistant coaches.

"They're still thinking about the match," Walford muttered, glancing around at the dejected squad.

Robertson nodded, arms crossed. "They need to get over it."