Chapter 87 – FA Cup Champions
GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAALLLLLLLL!!!!!!!
The net bulged. Wembley exploded.
Red. White. Gold. Smoke. Screams. Drums.
Manchester United 3 – 2 Manchester City
He didn't think. He just ran.
Arms wide. Eyes wide.
Toward the fans. Toward the sound. Toward the people who waited a lifetime to believe again.
He ran like a madman, hair flying behind him,.
Zirkzee was the first to catch him.
"YOU CRAZY!!"
Then Bruno. Valverde. Foden. Casemiro. Even Lisandro Martinez from the bench.
Amorim ran halfway onto the pitch, yelling like a father who just watched his son conquer the world.
They crushed him in a hug.
A messy, beautiful group of men who had bled for the badge—and found glory in the same heartbeat.
Nathan couldn't speak. He couldn't breathe.
Tears blurred his eyes.
"We did it... we did it..."
Commentator:"This is an immortal moment! Nathan Perry has written his glory with his own foot! What a strike! What a move! What a final!!"
