The stadium lights glimmered off the rain-slick grass as Yahia Attiyat Allah surged down the flank like a man chasing destiny.

Another touch. Another breath.

He didn’t wait for the perfect moment—he created it.

With a whip of his left foot, the ball curled past the last defender, meeting his teammate’s run in stride.

Goal.

The crowd’s cheer was thunderous, but Yahia didn’t raise his arms. He simply turned, jogged back to his post, and waited for the next play.

There was still work to do.

There always was.

“Yahia!” his teammate Rachid shouted, catching up to him with a grin. “That assist was fire, bro. You’ve gotta celebrate a little!”

Yahia glanced sideways, the hint of a smirk tugging at his lips. “We’re not done yet.”

Rachid laughed, clapping him on the back. “One of these days, you’ll crack a real smile.”

“I save that for finals,” Yahia replied, eyes locked on the ball as it was placed back at midfield. “Let’s finish this.”