Chapter 15: FA CUP
David arrived at his apartment late that night after scoring the match-winner against Barnsley. His body was sore, his energy drained, but he was smiling nonetheless. After a quick shower, he collapsed onto his bed, eager to sleep. But just as he was about to close his eyes, his phone rang.
It was his mom.
"Hey, Mom," David answered, his voice soft but cheerful.
"How are you, baby? How's your body holding up?" she asked, her concern evident.
"I'm fine, Mom, just a bit sore. Nothing major," he assured her with a smile, enjoying the sound of her worry.
"Aww, my baby. Maybe you can ask Wayne to rest you for the next match?" she suggested.
"I'm good, Mom. You know how much I love playing," David replied, brushing off the suggestion. "I'll take care of myself. The players are all visiting the physios tomorrow, so I'll be alright. By the way, how's Dad?"
Just then, a drunken voice broke through the line.
"Is that David? Let me talk to him!" His dad's voice slurred, followed by his mom trying to quiet him.