Goal! The Manchester United City Captains

r trademark banter still flew sharp and fast, a protective cloak draped over something rawer, something quietly blooming. Beneath the surface o

experiments in precision, creativity, and brinkmanship. Each kick was a challenge, each response a counter-move in an uns

tch. The stadium lights buzzed to life overhead, casting long, golden shadows across the empty seats. She stood alone, r

stance, ran up and launched the ball h

a familiar silhou

e edges, he didn't approach right away. Instead,

spine. His presence always did that to her annoyance

tone calm, diagnostic. "You want it to bend, no

ow. "Easy for you to say. You practi

not magic. It's mechanics. Wind, rotation, te

snort. "So now y

. "You're the architect. Precision. Structur

foot. The next strike felt different and m

," she

confident. "We'll get you there. What's a ca

rief moment, their gazes locked respect, chal

ey'd linger debating strategy, referees, club politics. These moments became a quiet sanctuary wh

rately predicted a substitution in a rival team's w

ushed. "I pay attention to good foo

f casually, struck dee

ngly. No longer just for coffe

n the gym's doorway, arms folded across his chest, "you owe me

a brow. "And

lass. Private session. That p

A meal meant opening her world. A private session meant trust, closen

tine, and Leo; face of the men's team was under the most pressure. Closed-door meetings with Coach Thorne and Sir Al

the weight in his gaze during quiet moments. He wasn't just carrying the team; he

treaked, smiling despite a skinned knee, holding a makeshift plastic trophy from a community league. Her childhood

hone

up? Can't stop thinkin

e

ed. Always analyzing. Yo

ut her first club, her first goal.

look like you'd tac

like you were born

a towering man, his legendary father, European Cup in han

it started. The dre

ong time. Not the golden

onger just about footba

shifts. One afternoon at the National Team Centre, Maya stepped out of the physio room, knee still aching

moment, Scar

were sharp. Calculating. A silent th

tomach t

tt had

never missed