Leon Fischer stood in the tunnel, the roar of the crowd washing over him, a powerful, undulating wave that vibrated through his very bones. Liverpool.
This wasn't just another game; it was a clash of titans, a test of will, a true measure of Aston Villa's ambition.
He closed his eyes for a split second, visualizing the ghostly projections, practicing interpreting them. A faint, swift arc – a quick pass.
A solid leg-and-ball outline – a powerful shot. An outstretched, shimmering boot – an incoming tackle. He felt ready. He had to be.
He looked around the tunnel.
Ollie Watkins, eyes narrowed in fierce concentration. John McGinn, bouncing on his toes, radiating nervous energy. Douglas Luiz, calm and composed, a quiet anchor.
They were ready too.
As they stepped onto the emerald green pitch, the roar erupted into a thunderous symphony.
The Liverpool fans, a smaller but equally passionate contingent, made their presence known, adding to the incredible atmosphere.
