The stadium buzzed under the floodlights, but Salis Abdul Samed barely noticed. His eyes scanned the field with laser focus, anticipating the next phase of play. He wasn’t the kind of player that made headlines with stepovers or long-range goals—he was the one who made sure others could.

“Salis, anchor us!” the captain shouted, and without hesitation, he dropped into position, intercepting the ball like it had been passed directly to him.

He didn’t celebrate. He didn’t need to.

That’s just what he did.

Every match. Every minute.

Reliable as gravity. Quiet as a whisper. Essential as breath.