章節 46: Onwards To Manchester
Marcus woke up early, his alarm clock beeping insistently in the dim light of dawn. He rubbed the sleep from his eyes and sat up, feeling a rush of adrenaline as the reality of the day ahead hit him. Today was the day they would travel to Manchester for their quarter-final match against the Manchester United U21s.
He stretched and got out of bed, heading to the bathroom to freshen up. The cool water on his face helped shake off the last remnants of sleep. Dressed in his black Fulham training gear, he made his way to the kitchen where a simple breakfast awaited him: scrambled eggs, toast, and a banana. He needed the energy, and he ate quickly, his mind already on the match.
The apartment was quiet, the usual hum of city life just beginning to stir outside. He grabbed his bag, which he had packed the night before, and slung it over his shoulder. Taking one last look around, he grabbed his keys, he locked the door and headed out.
The drive to Motspur Park was uneventful, but his thoughts were anything but calm. He replayed Coach Anderson's tactical instructions in his mind, visualizing his movements on the pitch, the spaces he would need to exploit, and how he would handle the pressure of facing Manchester United and, possibly, Alex Williams.
Arriving at the training ground, he saw that some of his teammates were already there, engaged in quiet conversations or doing light stretches. There was a palpable tension in the air, but also a sense of unity and determination.
"Yo, Marcus," Harvey greeted him with a nod. "Ready for the big day?"
Marcus smiled, though it was tinged with nerves. "Yeah, ready as I'll ever be. How about you?"
Harvey shrugged. " It's just another game, mate. We've got this."
Coach Anderson appeared, clipboard in hand, and called the team together. "Alright, everyone, listen up. We have a long journey ahead, so let's make sure we're focused and ready. This is a big match, and I know you're all feeling the pressure. But remember, we've trained for this. Trust in your skills, trust in each other, and we'll have this in the bag."
They loaded their bags onto the team bus, a sleek, modern vehicle emblazoned with the Fulham crest. Marcus took a seat near the front, next to Harvey. As the bus pulled out of Motspur Park, he connected his wireless headphones and leaned back, letting the music calm his nerves.
The journey north was long, but the camaraderie among the players made the time pass quickly. They chatted, joked, and played cards, trying to keep their minds off the looming match. Coach Anderson periodically walked down the aisle, offering words of encouragement and reminding them of key tactical points.
As they approached Manchester, the mood shifted. Conversations became quieter, more focused. The city loomed large, a testament to its storied football history. For Marcus, it was a mix of excitement and trepidation. Playing against Manchester United, even if it was against their U21 team, was a dream, but the reality of the challenge was daunting.
They arrived at the hotel where they would be staying overnight. After checking in, Coach Anderson organized a team meeting in one of the conference rooms. He went over the game plan one last time, emphasizing the need for discipline and focus.
"Remember," he said, looking each player in the eye, "this is your chance to prove yourselves. Play your game, and don't let the occasion overwhelm you."
Later that evening, Marcus lay in his hotel room, staring at the ceiling. His thoughts drifted to Alex Williams, their rivalry, and what it would mean to beat him. But more than that, he thought about his own journey, how far he had come, and the people who had supported him along the way.
He picked up his phone and sent a quick message to Mia: "Playing against you guys tomorrow. Wish me luck."
Almost immediately, her reply came: "You'll do great, Marcus. Just play your game."
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