Settling the ball down, Leo lifted his head and just watched on!
He took in a deep breath, filling his lungs as the noise around Old Trafford seemed to close in from every direction.
It was a colosseum, and it was the biggest Leo had ever heard so far!
Seventy thousand voices.
Some celebrating.
Some jeering and some still trying to understand what was so special about a team that had a boy as its backbone!
His eyes looked into the penalty area, roaming around the area where bodies were beginning to gather!
For a second, just a tiny second, everything seemed to slow.
For Leo, who was keen on such things, it was easily noticeable, as for some reason, he could hear his heartbeat amidst the roaring fever around!
"Old Trafford," he muttered to himself as the noise suddenly seemed distant, almost muffled.
Then all at once, it broke down when a voice from behind him cut through it.
"Traitor!"
Leo didn't even react, thinking he'd heard wrong, but soon, another followed.
