Toppmöller blinked, the memory dissolving.
He looked once more toward the building where Lukas had just entered.
A small, weary smile pulled at the corner of his mouth.
"He said he isn't leaving.
And I believe him."
But belief didn't stop the hurricane that was about to hit.
Clubs were coming.
Agents were circling.
Journalists were sharpening their pens.
And the boardroom pressure was about to become suffocating.
The world wanted Lukas Brandt.
And Eintracht Frankfurt wasn't built to keep diamonds forever.
But for now — for this moment — his wonderkid was still here.
* * *
Deutsche Bank Park – Sunday Afternoon
"Guten Tag, Fußballfans!"
The familiar voice of Dan O'Hagan rolled across the broadcast, warm and sharp with anticipation.
