Chapter 96 – Arrival In New York
The group draw.
England. Argentina. Japan. Nigeria.
A murmur ran through the room. Some eyebrows raised. Others exchanged glances.
Tch…
Argentina. That name alone carried history. Messi might be gone. They were never just a team—they were a myth in motion.
Southgate's voice cut through the tension.
"I know what some of you are thinking. I'm thinking it too. But here's the truth: we're not going there to participate. We're going there to win."
Boom!.
It wasn't loud. The tone. The look in his eyes.
Six weeks.
Six weeks to prepare for the biggest tournament in the world.
Six weeks to prove he wasn't just a flash in training.
He clenched his fist beneath the table.
That afternoon, they hit the pitch.
Sunlight spilled over St. George's Park. A breeze rolled in across the grass. But the mood wasn't light.
The session started with pressing drills. One-touch passing. Position rotations.
"Faster!" the coach barked.
Clack! Tap! Thump!
