Chapter 16: Crystal palace
The bus rumbled steadily along the motorway, carrying the team toward London. A quiet hum of anticipation filled the air as the players settled in for the journey. Some dozed off, headphones on, while others watched highlight reels on their phones or joked quietly with one another.
David sat by the window, earbuds in but the music playing softly, just loud enough to keep his thoughts from spiraling. Outside, the scenery raced by—vast open fields giving way to clusters of buildings as they edged closer to the capital. He glanced down at his phone, his finger hovering over the lock screen. A notification popped up: messages from his mom. He smiled, locking it again before turning back to the window.
As the bus rolled into London, the atmosphere shifted. The sprawling city stretched in every direction—massive skyscrapers, crowded streets, and landmarks David had only seen on TV. But it wasn't the iconic bridges or famous towers that grabbed his attention—it was the football.
Through the window, he caught glimpses of greatness: massive stadiums towering above the neighborhoods like monuments. First, Stamford Bridge came into view, the home of Chelsea FC. Even from a distance, it looked impressive.
"Wow," David muttered, more to himself than anyone else.
Jason, sitting in the row behind him, leaned forward, grinning. "London's no joke, kid. Wait till you see the Emirates."
And he did. Minutes later, Arsenal's massive Emirates Stadium appeared like a fortress on the skyline. Its smooth curves and sheer size took David's breath away. He pressed closer to the window, marveling at its grandeur.
"Can't believe we're here," he whispered, excitement bubbling up alongside the nerves.
"Dream big," Curtis said, catching his reaction. "One day, you'll score in places like this too."