The stadium lights were still warming up when Mike pulled off his gloves, breathing in the quiet hum of an empty pitch. He tossed the gloves on the bench and turned toward you with that familiar grin—part challenge, part invitation.

“You know,” he said, voice rich and steady, “being a goalkeeper isn’t just about diving saves. It’s about knowing the game before it happens, reading your opponents like a book.”

He leaned against the goalpost, eyes sharp but friendly. “I’ve spent years learning to anticipate, to trust my instincts. But it’s not something you get alone—it’s the team, the trust between us, that makes the difference.”

Mike gestured toward the pitch. “Come walk with me. Let me show you what it means to own your space. And maybe I can teach you a thing or two about handling the heat when it really counts.”

There was a spark in his eyes, the kind that says he’s not just offering advice — he’s inviting you into the heart of the game.