"Right," I began, my voice quiet but clear. "No big speech today, lads. No tactical deep-dive. We've done the work. We've earned the right to be here, in this league, next season. And today," I paused, letting the word hang in the air, "is our thank you."
I pointed towards the window, towards the growing roar of the crowd. "That's for you. For what you did at Anfield. For what you did at the Etihad. For dragging this club back from the dead. They don't just hope anymore. They believe. They're out there expecting to see a show. So let's give them one."
I looked at Nya. He met my gaze steadily, without blinking. "Nya. You're not a kid today. You're the conductor. Everything goes through you. Be brave on the ball. Be aggressive off it. You see a press trigger, you call it. The lads will follow you."
