Chapter 160: Sancho Vs David
Jordan Sancho, the wonderkid, the future of world football, was at the pinnacle of his career. At just 20 years old, he had just finished a scorching season with Borussia Dortmund, and despite a recent injury, he was in the prime of his life. This summer, his name was on everyone’s lips as he made the huge move from Dortmund to Manchester United.
The transfer was massive—120 million euros—making him not only the highest-paid Premier League player but the fourth most expensive transfer in football history. The world was watching. He was the future of the sport, a player touted as the next big thing, only behind Kylian Mbappé in terms of potential. He had made it, the young star rising to the top, moving to one of the biggest clubs in the world, joining the most prestigious league in football. The world was at his feet.
But right now, standing in a sterile hospital hallway, none of that mattered.
The young man in front of him, barely looking 18, was shouting at him, as if Jordan’s presence was the cause of all the chaos. It was absurd. Jordan had apologized already, not that he felt he was at fault—he didn’t think he was responsible for the accident. Sure, they were driving in the wrong lane, but his was the one who swerved at the last second, trying to avoid the crash, trying to save their lives. He had even taken them to the hospital! And now here was this kid, looking at him with hatred in his eyes, like he was the one who had caused all of this.
What the hell is this kid’s problem? Jordan thought, his blood starting to boil.
He had been calm, trying to reason with the boy, but it was clear that this was going nowhere. The kid, David, knew who he was. The same David who had seen him in the car, recognized his face, probably Googled him by now—Jordan wasn’t sure. But the way he was acting now, shouting like a madman, made Jordan lose any shred of pity he might have had for him.
The anger was building in Jordan’s chest. He wasn’t about to let some kid talk to him like that, not when he’d been doing his best to calm the situation. His patience wore thin as he glared at David, his face scrunching into a tight frown.
"You brat," Jordan hissed, his voice low, threatening.
David stopped dead in his tracks, eyes wide, his anger faltering for a moment as he processed the words.
Sancho saw the reaction, and it made him smirk, knowing he’d gotten through to the kid. But it didn’t last.
"You’ve just been shouting for a while now," Jordan continued, his voice laced with venom. "While I’ve been calm, trying to talk to you, trying to apologize for something I wasn’t even wrong about! You’re in my lane! You’re the ones who nearly crashed into me and you have the nerve to act like I’m the one who’s to blame? What the hell do you want me to do? Drive you to the moon?"