"Did you see the look on their faces when Isak scored?" Trent Alexander-Arnold roared over the music, a huge, triumphant grin on his face. "Pure, beautiful sadness! You love to see it!"
"And Leo's pass!" Andy Robertson added, clapping Leon on the back so hard he almost knocked him over. "The little magician strikes again! Sent their entire defense for fish and chips!"
Leon just laughed, a warm, happy sound, accepting the congratulations, feeling the familiar, addictive buzz of victory coursing through his veins. But underneath the joy, a strange, quiet disquiet lingered, an echo of the cryptic message from Chivu that had arrived just before halftime.
[Message Attached: Urgent. Need to talk. It's not about football. It's about the Network. They're compromised.]
