After the FA Cup Final, the Manchester City locker room was silent. No one bothered to shower or change. Even the injured players had come down to sit quietly in front of their lockers, their heads bowed. The air was thick with disappointment—so heavy it was hard to breathe.
Everyone knew it. They had let the match slip through their fingers.
And with it, their hopes of a historic double were gone.
The dream of lifting both the League Cup and the FA Cup had vanished at Wembley, leaving only silence and regret in its place.
In the Premier League, Manchester City trailed Manchester United by ten points with only one round remaining. Even if they won their next match, it would make little difference—it would merely delay the inevitable until the final day.
When O'Neill entered, not a single head turned.
His expression mirrored theirs—drawn and full of regret. He walked slowly around the room, stopping in the center. After a brief silence, he spoke—his voice low, but steady.
