Chapter 13: A New Battlefield

David stood on the training pitch, taking in his surroundings. The air felt heavier, the pressure more intense. He wasn't just some kid from Lagos anymore, he was among the best young talents in Nigeria.

The players around him stretched and warmed up, some chatting, others focused. Everyone here had something to prove.

David rolled his shoulders, his mind steady. He didn't need to prove anything with words. His football would do the talking.

The first drill began, possession play.

Two teams of five, one-touch passing. Quick decisions, tight spaces, constant movement.

David received a pass and immediately felt pressure from a defender. He shifted his body, disguising his next move. A quick flick, and the ball was gone—seamlessly passed to a teammate before the opponent could react.

A few heads turned.

Someone nearby scoffed. "Lucky touch."

David didn't react.

The ball came back to him. This time, two defenders closed in. No space, no time.

But David was already adapting. A soft touch with his left, a feint with his right, and the defenders lunged—for nothing. He slipped the ball through their legs and found his teammate on the other side.

The drill continued, but the mood had shifted. The 'new guy' wasn't a fluke.

Training moved to small-sided games. This was where reputations were made.

David's team had possession. He positioned himself between the lines, reading the game. A pass came his way, and a defender closed in fast.

A slight hesitation. A test.

David met his eyes, then took the ball forward.

The defender pressed aggressively, but David had already anticipated it. A simple body feint, and the space opened up. He accelerated through.

Someone called out. "You play like an old man. Too calm."

David didn't look back.

The session ended. Players gathered near the sideline, catching their breath. Some stole glances at David, measuring him up.

A midfielder from Kano smirked. "Not bad, Lagos."

Another player, taller, bulkier, leaned in. "But let's see how you handle the real thing."

David met his gaze, unbothered.

A moment passed. Then the bigger player chuckled and walked away.

David exhaled slightly. He wasn't a star yet, but he had earned something valuable—respect.

The first real test was coming. A full 11v11 match tomorrow.

David lay on his bed that night, staring at the ceiling. He knew what was at stake.

This wasn't just another game.

It was his chance to prove he belonged.