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Onwards To Manchester II

The next morning, Marcus and his teammates gathered their stuff and boarded the bus again, heading to the stadium. As the bus navigated the streets of Manchester, the structure of Old Trafford came into view. It was a sight that sent shivers down Marcus's spine.

"Welcome to the Theatre of Dreams lads," Coach Anderson said, his voice filled with reverence. "This is where legends are made. Remember that."

They got off the bus and entered the stadium, taking in the place's grandeur. The stands were empty now, but soon they would be filled with fans, each one eager to see a thrilling match. The Fulham U21s filed into the locker room, finding their places and beginning their preparations.

After changing into their training gear, the team headed out onto the pitch for their pre-match warm-up. The grass was pristine, the stadium eerily quiet except for the sounds of their boots on the turf and the occasional shout from Coach Anderson. Marcus jogged lightly, stretching his muscles and trying to shake off the last remnants of nervousness.

On the other side of the pitch, the Manchester United U21s went through their warm-up routines. Marcus spotted Alex Williams immediately, his old rival looking as focused and determined as ever. Their eyes met across the field, and for a moment, the world seemed to narrow down to just the two of them. There was no need for words; the intensity of their rivalry was clear in their expressions.

As they continued their warm-ups, Marcus felt a mix of emotions. There was the burning desire to prove himself, to show that he could stand toe-to-toe with Alex. But there was also a twinge of respect, knowing how skilled Alex was and what he had achieved. This match was more than just a game; it was a chance to settle old scores and make a statement.

Meanwhile, Mia arrived at the stadium, going through the crowds of fans to find her seat. She had a perfect view of the pitch, and as she settled in, she couldn't help but feel a knot of worry in her stomach. Watching both Alex and Marcus play always filled her with conflicting emotions. She had both and hated to see their rivalry put them at odds.

From her vantage point, she could see the Fulham and Manchester United players warming up. Marcus looked strong and focused, but she could sense the tension in his movements. Alex, on the other hand, exuded a quiet confidence, his every step and touch on the ball seeming effortless.

The stadium began to fill up, the buzz of the crowd growing louder with each passing minute. Mia took a deep breath, trying to calm her nerves. She knew this match would be a test for both boys, and she hoped they would come through it without letting their rivalry consume them.

 The warm-ups concluded on the pitch, and the players returned to their locker rooms for the final preparations. Coach Anderson gave a rousing speech, reminding the team of their strengths and the hard work they had put in to get to this point.

"Play your game," he said, his eyes locking onto Marcus'. "Trust in your abilities, and don't let the occasion overwhelm you."

As they emerged from the tunnel, the roar of the crowd hit them like a wave. Marcus felt a surge of adrenaline, the noise and energy of the fans electrifying his senses. They took their positions on the pitch, the stadium lights shining brightly overhead.

Marcus stood over the ball, his heart pounding in his chest. The referee checked his watch, and the players around him tensed and ready.

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