Stamford Bridge was a vacuum. 40,000 people held their breath.
Michael Sterling stood in the director's box, his heart a painful, solid rock in his chest. He couldn't breathe. He couldn't move.
It was the 59th minute. 2-1 to Chelsea. 10 men vs. 10 men.
And Jamie Weston, his [PA 88] "Wonderkid," was standing over a penalty kick.
The £100-million-pound Chelsea goalkeeper, a man who looked as wide as the goal itself, was jumping on his line, waving his arms, screaming at Jamie.
"He's trying to get in his head," Michael whispered, his knuckles white as he gripped the railing. "Don't look at him, Jamie. Just... just hit it."
In his ear, the commentator's voice was a low, tense, terrified whisper.
"This... this is it, folks. This is the moment. The 'Wonder Twin,' Jamie Weston, against one of the best goalkeepers on the planet. To tie the game at 2-2. The pressure... I can't even imagine it..."
