The Premier League was in full swing. Highbury was packed to capacity, buzzing with festive cheer as Arsenal fans made their presence felt, eager to intimidate Manchester City. Flags waved, scarves whipped in the cold wind, and the chants rolled like thunder through the stands.
"Ian!!!"
Richard's voice cut through the cacophony. Ian Wright, just stepping off the team bus, squinted through the crowd and spotted him. For a moment, the noise of the stadium faded, and a smile broke across Ian's face. He waved back as he made his way toward Richard, dodging photographers and fans eager for a glimpse of their heroes.
Arsenal players hustled past, some stopping to greet fans, others focused on the pitch, tension visible in their shoulders and faces. Ian approached Richard, waving as he went.
"How are you? You good?" Richard asked, pulling him into a brief, firm hug.
"I'm good. How are you, boss?" Ian replied, a genuine smile lighting up his face.
