On the pitch, Leo slowed his run, turned towards the goal, to see once again if it had really gone in before continuing his run towards the bench and then jumping on Dawson.
Then came the wave of sound, the blur of teammates rushing toward him, arms thrown wide, pulling him and Dawson into the celebration as his name echoed across the stadium.
"It's okay, lad, it's okay," Dawson said over the roar, gripping Leo by the shoulders as if grounding him back into reality.
His voice barely carried over the frenzy pouring down from the stands.
His expression softened briefly, pride flickering in his eyes, before he caught himself and straightened his tone.
"But it's not over yet. Go on, get back in there. Keep your head."
Leo nodded quickly, still breathless, a wide grin cutting through the sweat on his face.
His pulse was racing so hard it almost drowned out the chants echoing through the DW.
