The Stadion Galgenwaard was alive with anticipation as FC Utrecht prepared to face Heracles Almelo on this crisp November afternoon. The autumn sun cast long shadows across the pitch, and the air was filled with the songs of the faithful, their voices carrying across the stadium like a battle cry. This was more than just another Eredivisie match; this was a statement of intent from a team that had already begun to believe in miracles.
Amani stood in the tunnel, his heart beating steadily, his mind clear and focused. The System had provided him with all the tactical information he needed, but now it was time to trust his instincts, to let his natural ability flow through him like water through a riverbed. He could feel the weight of expectation from the fans, from his teammates, from the city itself. But it was a weight he had learned to carry with grace.
