Chapter 38 – Battle of Thoughts
Click! Click! Flash!
Cameras swarmed like bees over honey, forming a wall of blinding white light as the Leeds players paraded across the pitch. Confetti drifted down in golden waves. Flags flew. The noise was deafening. Some fans wept in disbelief, their hands clasped together as if praying. Others screamed so loud, their voices cracked.
In the middle of it all, Nathan Perry stood, not moving, as though everything around him was still catching up.
The scoreboard behind him flashed boldly:
Leeds 2 – Leicester 1.
Leeds United: Champions.
He had done it. They had done it.
A slap on the back broke his trance.
"Oi! Golden Boy! Smile for the cameras, will ya?!"
Nathan gave him a small smile. "Feels surreal."
"Surreal? Mate, you just scored the goal of the season. You've got grown men in Row Z crying into their beer."
