"THE PRINCE… IS BACK! THE GHOSTS…ARE… GONE!" the commentator was sobbing… with… joy… in Michael's ear. "A 30-YARD… LASER-BEAM! A SCREAMER! THE WEMBLEY… NIGHTMARE… IS… OVER! IT'S 2-0! AND… THIS… IS… NOT… A 'FRIENDLY'! THIS… IS… A… STATEMENT!"
Michael… just… pointed… up… at the sky. Just... like... Danny.
That... one... was for you, Dad, he thought, a fierce, proud... grin... on his face.
The game… restarted. And… Sunderland… were broken.
They… were Premier League. They… were *paid… millions.
And… they… were losing… 2-0… to a Championship… team… with a 16-year-old… basketball… player… strolling… around… *like… he… owned… *the… place.
They… were humiliated.
And… a humiliated… Premier League… team…
…is a dangerous… team.
Minute 55. The Sunderland... manager… had screamed… at them.
And… they attacked.
WHOMP!
Their star… £20-million-pound… striker… (the one "The Butcher"… hadn't… eaten… yet)…
…smashed… a shot.
A vicious, angry, "I'm-better-than-you"… volley.
It was going in.
