Chelsea Night

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!