At halftime, Manchester United's captain could be seen remonstrating animatedly with teammates, his gestures sharp, frustration radiating from each word. In stark contrast, smiles lingered quietly on the faces lining Utrecht's bench, players exchanging satisfied nods, acknowledging the first half's disciplined execution. Thirty minutes of intense football still awaited them, yet confidence flowed quietly, assuredly through their ranks.
Standing calmly in the cool shade beside the sideline, Amani savored a brief yet meaningful moment of satisfaction. He gently adjusted the black armband, encircling his left arm with a symbolic gesture reaffirming his quiet resolve. He knew United would storm back fiercely as they always do, even in the senior team, pride bruised, desperation fueling every tackle and every sprint.
