Chapter 112: United vs Chelsea FA Cup Semis
"GOALLLL!" The deafening screams erupted from the Manchester United bench as Bruno Fernandes coolly slotted his world-famous penalty, sending the goalkeeper the wrong way. The ball nestled comfortably in the back of the net, and the stadium erupted in celebration.
David jumped up from his seat, waving his hands in the air, shouting at the top of his lungs, "Told you so! Told you so! Goal! Goal! Goal!" His excitement was contagious, and the whole bench seemed to come alive, their spirits lifted by the early lead.
As David finally sat down, still grinning ear to ear, he heard Juan Mata’s calm voice cut through the chaos. "David, calm down. The match just started." Mata spoke with his usual composed demeanor, but the glint in his eyes betrayed his amusement.
David laughed, his confidence undented. "Come on, I already told you—we’re winning this match!" He leaned back, flashing a wide smile. "Don’t forget, I’m—"
Before he could finish his sentence, Paul Pogba wrapped an arm around him from behind in a playful hug. "Lucky charm, right?" Pogba said, laughing as he ruffled David’s hair. "Ha ha ha, maybe it’s true. Maybe I should stay close to you more—keep these injuries away, eh? What do you say?"
David chuckled, nodding as he replied, "For sure, no problem. I’ll keep the luck coming!"
Pogba burst into louder laughter, clapping him on the back. "That’s my guy! Plus, I hear you’re Nigerian, yeah?"
David tilted his head in confusion, his smile faltering slightly. "Uh, yeah, I am. But... why does that matter?"
Pogba wiggled his eyebrows dramatically, making an exaggerated gesture with his hands. "Then I must be your friend! Nigerians are full of luck, my brother. Maybe your magic can finally help me stay fit, eh?"
David stared at Pogba, utterly confused by the sudden turn in the conversation. Unsure how to respond, he forced a fake laugh and nodded. "Yeah, no problem. Ha ha."
Pogba laughed even harder, clearly amused by David’s awkward response, before letting go and turning his attention back to the pitch.
David, shaking his head, refocused his gaze as well. It was time for the match to restart. Kickoff was just seconds away, and David’s heart was already racing again. Let’s see what happens next.