Five minutes before the match ended, as chaos began to swell at Wembley Stadium, Richard was momentarily stunned—but quickly snapped into action. He turned sharply toward Marina and Miss Heysen, giving them urgent instructions.
"Quick, ask the Wembley staff for a microphone!"
Better safe than sorry. This was their first major trophy in decades—he couldn't risk it being tarnished by disorder.
He remembered the scenes when Manchester City was promoted to the Premier League years ago. The fans nearly caused a riot at Maine Road. That memory sent a chill down his spine.
He knew what could happen next.
If the fans' euphoric pitch invasion turned into a clash with security or police, it could spiral into a disaster. He couldn't leave the field with the players either—not when it could cast a shadow over the victory and stain Manchester City's moment of triumph.
He had to act. He had to take a stand.
