Alex walked on air. He did not think his feet were actually touching the ground as he walked down the tunnel. The roar of the stadium was a beautiful song in his ears.
He walked into the first team locker room. The team was already celebrating. Music was playing. Players were shouting and hugging.
He just stood by the door, his heart pounding, his legs shaking. He was a sixteen year old schoolboy who had just played against Manchester United. He felt like he was in a movie.
Harry, the captain, saw him. He was only in his shorts, and he walked over, his face red with effort.
"Finch!" he yelled over the music. He grabbed Alex in a big, sweaty hug. "You did it, kid! You were not scared! That turn... that turn on Bruno... that was magic!"
Alex just laughed, completely overwhelmed. "I think I closed my eyes."
"Does not matter!" Harry laughed. "It worked! You listened, you were smart. You did your job."
