Ethan held up his tablet, the secret scouting report from Liam illuminating his face in the dim light.
"They think they know us," he began, his voice a low, confident hum that cut through the tension. "They've watched our games. They've run the data. But they don't know that we know them. Every single one of their secrets."
He started to pace, a predator outlining his hunt.
"Their goalkeeper," he said, looking at Viktor, "is a brilliant shot-stopper, but Liam's analysis shows he's slow to get back on his line after a corner. He's vulnerable to a quick counter. Viktor, if that chance comes, I want you to be thinking about the chip."
Viktor's eyes widened, a flicker of understanding passing between him and his manager.
