Alex stared at the piece of paper on his desk. His hands were shaking slightly.
He had played against Real Madrid. He had played against Paris Saint-Germain. He had faced Mbappe and Sergio Ramos.
But this... this was terrifying.
Mr. Henderson, his history teacher, stood over him.
"Well, Mr. Finch," the teacher said, peering over his glasses. "The results are in."
Alex looked at the paper. It was his history exam. The one he had taken the morning of the PSG game. The one he had written about steam engines while thinking about transition attacks.
He flipped the page.
B+.
Alex let out a breath that sounded like a deflating balloon.
"You passed," Mr. Henderson said, a small smile on his face. "It seems your analysis of the industrial revolution is almost as good as your analysis of the French midfield."
"Thank you, sir," Alex said, putting the paper in his bag next to his Champions League player of the match trophy.
