Date: Monday, 23 February 2026
Opening Shot:
Camera pans to Nathan Barnes seated across from the host, back straight, hands folded. There's a quiet tension in the room—not nerves, just presence. The captain's armband rests between them on the table, like a silent co-host.
Host(smiling gently):
"Nathan, you've played in every division with this club. But where did it all really begin for you?"
Barnes(without hesitation):
"Honestly? The car park behind the East Stand. I was fourteen. Scared stiff. My trial wasn't even meant to happen that day. I was a late call-in."
He let the silence breathe for a moment.
Barnes(voice steady):
"I remember the ball bouncing off my shin first touch. Thought that was it. Done. But one of the coaches shouted, 'Again.' So I did."
His fingers tapped once on the edge of the table, rhythm more habit than thought.
Host(gently nudging):
"And now? That word still echo for you?"
Barnes(nods once):
