The shine of the World Cup winner's medal had dulled slightly, replaced by the glint of ambition in Nathan's eyes. The Premier League win against Arsenal was a good start, but now, the true test of his Overall Rating: S loomed: the UEFA Champions League. European nights at Old Trafford hit different. The roar was louder, the stakes felt heavier, and every opponent was a champion in their own right.
The Champions League draw was a tense affair, watched by the whole squad in the team lounge. When the computer finally flashed the name, a collective gasp went through the room.
Manchester United vs. Real Madrid.
A classic. The kings of Europe. Thirteen-time winners.
"Bloody hell," Marcus Rashford muttered, a mix of excitement and awe in his voice. "The big one."
Nathan felt a surge of exhilaration. This was it. To be the GOAT, you had to beat the best, not just once, but consistently. Real Madrid represented the pinnacle of club football.
