Chapter 149: The Red Hurricane and The Voice of Destiny
The halftime break at Wembley felt like it lasted only five seconds. The players were back on the pitch. The scoreboard was glowing against the darkening London sky.
BARNSLEY 1 - 0 LIVERPOOL
Michael Sterling stood on the touchline. The air was thick. It was humid. It felt like a storm was trapped inside the stadium.
Arthur Milton sat on the bench. He had stopped eating pies. Now he was chewing on a purple towel.
"Boss," Arthur whispered. "They look angry. Look at them. They look like bulls seeing red."
Michael looked at the Liverpool team. Arthur was right. Mohamed Salah was not smiling. Virgil Van Dijk was shouting instructions. They were not going to let the FA Cup slip away without a war.
"Hold the line," Michael muttered to himself. "Just hold the line."
THE RED HURRICANE
The referee blew the whistle.
If the first half was a chess match the second half was a boxing match.
Liverpool came out swinging.
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