Chapter 141: Match Squad Selection
David was fired up. His blood was pumping, his determination unwavering. This was his moment to prove himself—to show the entire team, the coaching staff, and especially Erik ten Hag just how good he was.
Without a second thought, he stood up, his muscles tense with anticipation. While the other players remained in their spots, chatting and changing into their training gear, David had no time for distractions. His mind was locked in. Focused. Ready.
He made his way toward the exit, his steps steady, his breathing controlled. But just as he was about to leave, the locker room door swung open.
David’s eyes widened.
In walked Cristiano Ronaldo.
Sweat glistened on his forehead, proof that he had been putting in work even before stepping into the room. The second he entered, the energy in the locker room shifted. It was like everything and everyone revolved around him. Conversations died instantly. Players who had been laughing or chatting a second ago were now silent, their eyes locked onto him.
Even the most experienced members of the squad—seasoned professionals who had played on the biggest stages—couldn’t help but look at him like he was an idol. There was a level of awe in the air, an unspoken reverence.
Ronaldo, on the other hand, walked in like he owned the place. And in many ways, he did. His presence carried weight, a legacy built over decades. Yet, despite all that, he greeted them with a broad smile, exuding confidence and warmth.
His gaze landed on Erik ten Hag, who was still standing in the center of the room. Without hesitation, Ronaldo strode up to him and extended a hand.
"Gaffer, it’s nice to meet you," he said, his voice filled with certainty.
Ten Hag took his hand firmly, meeting his gaze.