Chapter 97: Watching his new team
David Jones walked forward, albeit awkwardly, leaning on his crutches, his left leg wrapped securely in a cast. But nothing—not even an injury—could dampen his mood. He had been waiting for this day for as long as he could remember, and now that it was finally here, he wasn’t going to let a broken leg slow him down.
"Hey, come on! We’re going to be late!" he shouted at the man behind him, who was struggling to haul multiple suitcases from the cab, huffing and puffing as if he had just run a marathon.
Jonathan, his agent, groaned loudly, shooting him an exasperated look that could have melted steel. "Why do you even have this much luggage? Didn’t you say you’d buy new clothes when you got here?"
David shrugged, his excitement barely contained. He bounced slightly on his good leg, a grin spreading across his face. "Yeah, but until then—" He waved off the question impatiently as if the answer was too obvious to waste breath on. "Look, let’s just go. The match is about to start, and I don’t want to miss it."
He turned back toward the massive stadium ahead, his heart pounding as his eyes landed on the bold, glowing red letters:
OLD TRAFFORD.
His grin widened, stretching so much that his cheeks ached. This was his third time here, but each visit had carried a different weight, a different significance.
The first had been with his dad, as a wide-eyed kid in the stands, staring in awe at the sea of red, chanting fans, and the legendary players who had once been just posters on his bedroom wall. The second, as an opponent, battling against United in the FA Cup final—a surreal, nerve-wracking experience that had left him equal parts exhilarated and heartbroken.
But this—this was different.
This time, he was walking in as a Manchester United player. His dream club. The team he had supported since he could barely walk.
The only thing that could have made this moment better was if he were walking in with his mom and dad instead of his slobby agent, who was still wrestling with the last suitcase.
