All around the major cities in the footballing landscape, clubs and fans were realizing something.
That he who held Izan over the next couple of decades was sure to dominate.
No, dominate didn't even begin to cover it.
Something that far exceeded domination.
Something akin to chaos.
Something akin to a harbinger.
An Era was coming.
.......
[Hampstead]
The lights were dim.
Just the glow of the skyline pressing through the sheer curtains and the quiet hum of the city below.
Izan let the towel slip from his shoulders, the cool air kissing his skin as the steam from the bathroom followed him out, trailing after him like ghostly mist.
His legs still ached, not from pain, but from something deeper — an echo of the match, of the weight he'd carried again.
Olivia was already curled beneath the covers.
Her soft breaths filled the silence, head nestled against his pillow, one hand outstretched where she'd clearly tried to wait for him.
She hadn't made it.