The notification about the 'Manager Mode' sent a strange tingle through Leon's mind.
It was a tantalizing glimpse into a future he didn't yet understand, a new layer to his power that was slowly being unlocked.
But the thought was quickly bulldozed by the raw, unfiltered drama unfolding on his television screens.
The second half was about to begin.
Just as the players were walking back onto the pitch in Barcelona, his apartment door opened.
His mother, Elena, walked in carrying a plate of freshly baked cookies that smelled like heaven.
"I saw the light on," she said, placing the cookies on the coffee table next to the half-eaten pizza. "I thought my growing boy might need a little dessert." She looked at the two screens, a confused expression on her face.
"Why are you watching two games at once? You will make your eyes go crazy."
