Chapter 185: Caught
The roar was thunderous.
Old Trafford, that mighty fortress, shook to its core as the net rippled. The equalizer had landed.
GOAL!
The two commentators practically screamed into the microphones, their voices cracking as emotion exploded through the stadium speakers.
"GOAL! GOAL! MANCHESTER UNITED HAVE DONE IT!"
"THEY’VE EQUALISED! IT’S 2-2 HERE AT OLD TRAFFORD!"
The stands stood empty, rows of red seats echoing with the ghosts of a million fans, but the energy—the emotion—still pulsed like a living thing. On the field and from the commentary box, the sound surged. It wasn’t just a goal—it was resurrection. It was rage, belief, history, and pride all rolled into one sonic boom of a moment.
On the pitch, Manchester United players were in a frenzy. Arms around each other, they sprinted toward the corner flag.
Cristiano Ronaldo led the charge. The legend. The icon. The man who, even at 37, could still turn a stadium into a cathedral. As he slid to the corner, the entire team followed like pilgrims to a shrine.
"SUIIIIII!!!" he roared as he leapt and twisted mid-air, arms wide in his signature celebration. Though the seats were empty, it echoed. It didn’t just fill the stadium—it filled the world watching from afar.
But one man—one man alone—didn’t move.