"If we lose, they’ll call us a fluke. If we win, we become legends."

Leo stood in the tunnel, surrounded by the sound of stomping feet, deep chants, and the heavy beat of music echoing through the walls. His heart was thumping like a war drum, but his face was calm. His hands? Clenched. Steady.

Maya’s voice echoed in his head:

“Trust what you see, not what you’re told.”

This was it. The Champions League Final. The biggest game in Europe. And Manchester United City was here to win ...