Leon lay in bed, the soft glow of the moon filtering through his window. His mind was a whirlwind of thoughts: the Champions League qualification, the Real Madrid rumors, and now, the unexpected offer from Inter Milan and Cristian Chivu. It was a lot to process for a sixteen-year-old.
He closed his eyes, and sleep slowly pulled him under. His dreams, as always, were vivid, filled with the roar of crowds and the green of a football pitch. But this time, it wasn't Villa Park or Stamford Bridge.
He was wearing an England jersey, the iconic Three Lions crest emblazoned on his chest. The stadium was enormous, packed to the rafters, a sea of red and white. The air vibrated with the sound of thousands of voices chanting his name.
He was in the final. The World Cup final.
He saw himself in the midfield. He dribbled past a defender, then another, his feet a blur. He hit a pinpoint pass to Harry Kane (Current: 90), who blasted it into the net! GOOOAL!
