"Did you see that pass, Leo?" Julián Álvarez's face was alight with pure excitement. He clapped a hand on my shoulder, his grip firm.
"It was like you knew exactly where I was going before I did."
I just grinned, a bit embarrassed by the praise.
"I just saw the space," I said, trying to sound casual. "You were there, so I just… put it there."
Cole Palmer, who was busy scrolling through his phone, looked up with a knowing smile.
"Don't be humble, man. That was a moment of magic. We all felt it."
The three of us were in the Inter dressing room, the celebratory chaos of the win against Napoli still echoing in the air.
The other players were yelling, laughing, and blasting music. The atmosphere was a complete 180 from the tense, focused energy before the match. My heart was still thumping with the adrenaline of the victory, but now it was a happy rhythm, a victorious beat.
