Chapter 289 Smiling Assassin

Whilst the tension in The Brazen Head was electric, the atmosphere at The Original Louden Tavern a well-known Ranger's pub was much different. Cheers erupted as Joe a die-hard Rangers supporter shouted over the din, "Look at that smile! He thinks it's over! Just you wait, lads!" His mates, beers raised high, joined in a raucous chorus of songs, revelling in the moment, their faces aglow with the thrill of impending victory.

However, all that stopped the moment the winger on the screen began moving. Nudging the ball forward lightly at first, he quickly picked up speed as he got into a rhythm manoeuvring the ball between his legs. Rakim's feet danced over the slick turf, his movements fluid despite the rain-soaked chaos around him. The noise from the pubs and living rooms of Glasgow might as well have been a world away as he zeroed in on the task at hand.