Chapter 83 – They Think We're Finished
Minute 67
FWEEEEET!
The fourth official's board lit up.
OFF: Emre Demir
ON: Xavi Simons
A ripple of reaction moved through the away fans, muffled beneath Stamford Bridge's thunder. Amorim stood at the edge of his technical area, arms folded tight against the cold.
Nathan glanced toward the touchline.
There he was—Xavi Simons, United's newest arrival. Hair tied, jaw clenched, fire in his eyes. Not a flicker of fear in his expression.
"Let's go," Xavi muttered as he passed Nathan on the way in.
Nathan gave a small nod, chest still heaving from the last sprint.
No time for speeches.
The war hadn't ended yet.
Minute 69
Tch—tch—whsshhk!
Xavi's first touch.
He picked up the ball near the halfway line, took on pressure like it meant nothing, and slipped through two Chelsea midfielders with a glide and a hip shift so smooth it made the crowd gasp.
"Go on!" Valverde roared.
Xavi didn't stop.
