Alex opened his eyes.
For a second, just a single, confusing second, he saw the beige ceiling of his old apartment. He saw the piles of data reports and the half empty coffee mug.
Then it all snapped into focus.
He was in a small, tidy room. Posters of Thierry Henry and Dennis Bergkamp were on the wall. His wall.
He was sixteen years old again.
Well, not again. He was in the body of Alex Finch, a sixteen year old wonderkid at Arsenal Football Clubs famous academy. His old life, the life of a thirty two year old data analyst who never made it, was gone. He had died. He still wasnt sure how.
And then he woke up here.
"Alex! Get up! Youll be late for the bus!" his new mum shouted from downstairs.
Alex threw off the covers. His body felt light. Full of energy. It was still a strange feeling. His old body had been tired. This one felt like a coiled spring.
Today was not just any day.
Today was the U18 derby. Arsenal versus Tottenham.
This was it. His chance.
