Chapter 82 – Chelsea Night
FWEEEEEEET!
Chelsea surged forward—pressing high, snapping at heels, dragging United into a furnace from the very first breath. Mud flew. Bodies collided.
But United didn't panic.
They waited.
Minute 7
Nathan stood near the sideline, scanning the chaos. His lungs burned from the early sprint. Shaw intercepted a loose pass, glanced once, then—
THWUMP!
A long ball sailed through the cold London night.
There.
Nathan darted into space, shoulder-to-shoulder with Reece James. The ball dropped perfectly—skimming off the slick grass.
One touch.
His boot caressed it, and suddenly the glow inside him flared again.
[Luis Díaz Dribbling] — ACTIVE
He didn't even think. His body knew.
Tch—tch—WHIP!