All Chapters of Goal! The Manchester United Captains: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

The Champions League victory had opened doors Leo never thought he’d see. Sponsorship offers piled up, interviews flooded in, and the calls came from names that used to feel untouchable. It should have been pure triumph, a moment to celebrate.But with the new doors came shadows from old ones he thought he had closed forever.When David Hayes, his agent, told him about the meeting, Leo expected another pitch; another brand trying to latch onto his name. But when David mentioned Serena Vance, even Leo felt a jolt.Serena wasn’t just another agent. She was a force. She had built empires out of athletes, turning names into industries. She was respected, feared, and whispered about in locker rooms and boardrooms alike. Ruthless, sharp, the kind of woman who walked into a room and tilted the balance of power without saying a word.Leo straightened his collar as he walked into the private suite where the meeting was set. His heart beat steady until his eyes landed on the second figure in th

Then next day, Matteo met with Leo and Maya in a private training ground.“Leo, you and I,” Matteo’s voice was always low, smooth, almost soothing, “we’re cut from the same cloth. Hungry. Ambitious. The world is our stage. You’ve done what most never dream of. But it doesn’t end here. I can take you further.”Leo laughed the first few times, brushing him off with that casual, boyish charm. “You talk like some kind of magician, Matteo. I don’t need anyone pulling strings for me. I’ve worked for everything I’ve got.”Matteo smiled, that polished smile that could sell poison as perfume. “Everyone works, Leo. The question is—do you want to leave a name carved in stone, or just a memory in fading newspapers? With me… your name could outlive you.”Maya stood on the sidelines at the training pitch, watching them. She told herself she wasn’t eavesdropping. But she couldn’t look away. Matteo’s hand brushed Leo’s arm, too familiar, too possessive. It looked harmless. To anyone else, it would lo

The charity lights buzzed behind him like stupid, distant stars. Leo walked away from the ballroom with a heavy heart and mixed feelings. He could still hear the music and the polite laughter, but it was far away now. All that mattered was the night air and the truth that kept hitting him like a wave.He saw Maya on the hotel steps before she saw him. She stood with her coat wrapped around her, shoulders set, watching the city like it had secrets she wanted to read. When she looked at him, her face was a quiet question.Maya: (quiet) “You okay? You look different. What happened in there?”Leo dropped down on the step beside her. The cool air felt good on his face.Leo: (slow) “He knows.”Maya: (sharp, low) “Who knows?”Leo: (breathing out) “Matteo. He knows we’re on to him. He knows we’ve been listening. He knows Damian Thorne’s name. He’s using pieces. He’s trying to… push us.”Maya’s hand tightened on the railing. The streetlight painted half her face gold and half in shadow.Maya:

The party in the ballroom continued, Maya eyes were stilled focused on Leo. She did not notice Amelia who had been getting tensed beside her.“Stop the music!” Amelia’s voice trembled at first, then steadied like a string pulled tight.“Amelia?” the host called from the stage, his smile frozen. “Is everything—?”“No,” she said. “Not everything. Not anymore.”“Who is she?” someone in the crowd whispered.“She’s mine,” Maya said, stepping forward so the hush would fall on her voice. “Back off.”“Back off?” a reporter laughed nervously into his microphone. “We’re live—”“You’re live,” Amelia repeated, and this time no one laughed. Her phone was in her hand. The red light blinked in the dark like a small, stubborn star. “I’m going to make this short.”“Short?” the host tried again, softer. “We didn’t plan—”“You planned to make a party,” Amelia said. “You didn’t plan to be honest. I will be honest.”Murmurs spread like a ripple. A camera turned toward them; another aimed straight at Ameli

The cameras didn’t stop flashing. The air itself felt like it was buzzing, the way the stadium does before kickoff—but this wasn’t a match. It was a storm. Amelia’s words still hung in the air like smoke that refused to clear, and the world wasn’t ready to look away.“Leo, do you hear that?” Maya whispered, leaning close as they stepped off the podium.“Yeah,” Leo muttered, his jaw tight. The chants, the shouting from outside the arena, the endless ringing of phones all pressed in on them. “It’s the sound of a world that finally woke up.”She gripped his hand. Her palm was trembling, not from fear, but from the weight of what had just happened. “We did it. Damien’s mask is gone. He’s finished.”Leo gave a small nod, though his eyes stayed locked on the police cars pulling up outside. “He’s finished,” he repeated, “but the mess he left behind isn’t.”Inside the cramped waiting room, the noise from outside bled through the walls. Amelia sat slumped in a chair, staring at her hands. Her