The Liverpool bench exploded. The fans drowned out the world. The Champion League title was theirs.
Zachary didn't move at first. He just stood there, watching the madness unfold, including the swirling red flags, the smoke flares, the eruption of noise and joy. It was like watching someone else's dream come true… except it was his team, his season, and somehow, still his victory.
Kristin touched his shoulder gently.
He nodded, slowly.
All that mattered was that Liverpool were the Champions of Europe. Again. Just like in his previous life.
Shortly after, as the players sprinted onto the field, arms outstretched and faces lit with disbelief and triumph, Zachary followed, but at a slower pace. Every step felt like it was happening underwater. He moved through a blur of photographers, security, staff, and fans pressed against the barriers. The grass felt foreign beneath his shoes, but familiar too.
