The training ground felt different. Not just the usual pre-match jitters, but a hum of anticipation that crackled in the air like static electricity. France. The reigning champions. And at their spearhead, the fastest, most electrifying player on the planet: Kylian Mbappé.
Nathan felt a knot of excitement and a touch of genuine nerves in his stomach. This was it. The Quarter-finals. The moment where legends were made, or dreams shattered. His Overall Rating: A- was a constant whisper in his mind, urging him forward. He wanted that 'S', and beating France was a giant leap towards it.
He spent extra time during warm-ups focusing on his footwork, trying to feel that subtle increase in agility from his Glide of Messi (15%) mastery. Every pivot, every dribble, he pushed himself, wanting that 25% milestone. He knew he'd need every ounce of that skill against France.
