The victory over Chelsea was a seismic shock that sent ripples through the world of youth football. We had not just beaten the richest academy in England; we had dismantled them, our relentless energy and tactical discipline overwhelming their technical perfection.
The 3-1 scoreline was a statement, a declaration of intent that echoed far beyond the manicured pitches of Cobham. Five games. Five wins. Fifteen points. We were on the brink of history, and the world was finally, truly, paying attention.
The media storm that had begun after our FA Youth Cup triumph had now reached hurricane force, and every outlet, from local blogs to national newspapers, was writing about us, analyzing us, dissecting us. We were no longer just a good youth team. We were a phenomenon. And the pressure, the expectation, the sheer weight of it all, was immense.
