On the edge of the center circle, Stuart Armstrong adjusted his grip on the ball, eyes scanning for an opening. The stadium buzzed with anticipation as the team pressed forward.

“Keep the shape, lads,” Armstrong called out, his voice steady and encouraging. “Patience on the ball—wait for the right moment.”

Spotting a teammate making a run, he threaded a perfectly weighted pass through a narrow gap. The ball rolled smoothly into the path of the forward.

Armstrong quickly moved to support, already planning his next move. “We control the game with our brains, not just our boots,” he said with a slight grin, embodying both confidence and calm.