Twenty minutes after the final whistle, the chaos on the pitch was still in full swing. Fans were everywhere, players were being passed from shoulder to shoulder, and the noise hadn't dimmed one bit. I stood on the touchline with Frankie, both of us just watching, absorbing, trying to make sense of what we'd just achieved.

"That Libero gambit," Frankie said quietly. "I thought you'd lost your mind. But it worked. It actually worked."

"Jamie made it work," I said. "He was brave when it mattered."

"And JJ," Frankie added. "That finish in the 85th minute. Ice cold. The kid's special, Gaffer."

I nodded, watching JJ being carried around by fans, his grin visible from a hundred yards away. He'd turned down £50,000 to stay with us. Now he was a champion. The "Gaffer's Player" trait had manifested in the biggest moment of all.

Emma appeared beside me, phone in hand, still recording everything. "The Salford fans are going mental on social media," she said with a grin. "They're claiming we got lucky. That the referee was biased. That their pitch was too wet."

"Let them claim whatever they want," I said. "We're champions. That's all that matters."

"Marcus Chen hasn't posted anything," she added. "Complete radio silence."

Good. Let him stew in it. He'd tried to sabotage us by poaching Mark Crossley two days before the final. He'd thought he was so clever, exploiting the contract loophole. But we'd won anyway. Despite his dirty tricks, despite losing our best defender, despite everything we'd won.

And then the system flickered to life in my mind.

[SYSTEM] Achievement Unlocked: 'The Miracle of Moss Side'.

[SYSTEM] Achievement Unlocked: 'Won by a Gamble'.

[SYSTEM] Achievement Unlocked: 'Last-Minute Victory'.

[SYSTEM] Achievement Unlocked: 'The Comeback King'.

[SYSTEM] Massive XP Bonus Awarded: 2,500 XP.

[SYSTEM] You have reached Level 8.

[SYSTEM] New Skill Unlocked in 'In-Game Management' Tree: 'Clutch Performance'. (Passive skill: significantly increases the likelihood of your team performing under extreme pressure).

[SYSTEM] New Feature Unlocked: 'Reputation'.

[SYSTEM] Your Managerial Reputation has increased to: 'Local Hero'.

[SYSTEM] New opportunities are now available.

I stared at the notifications, a slow smile spreading across my face. Level 8. New skills. Reputation system unlocked. The system was telling me that this wasn't the end. This was just the beginning.

But right now, in this moment, I didn't care about the system. I cared about the people around me. The players who'd fought for me. The fans who'd believed in me. The woman who'd supported me. The mentor who'd taught me. This was what mattered.

Terry Blackwood appeared, tears streaming down his weathered face. The chairman who'd taken a chance on a convenience store worker with no experience and a crazy story. He shook my hand, then pulled me into an embrace.

"Thank you, Danny," he said, his voice thick with emotion. "Thank you for saving this club. Thank you for giving us hope. Thank you for the miracle."

"You gave me the chance, Terry. You believed in me when no one else did."

"Best decision I ever made," he said. "Best bloody decision I ever made."

Through the chaos, I caught a glimpse of Mark Crossley in the stands. He was standing still while everyone around him celebrated, his face a mixture of joy and sadness. He'd been ineligible to play, forced to watch from the away end because of Marcus Chen's sabotage. But he'd come. He'd worn the scarf. He'd cheered. He'd cried when Jamie scored.

As the celebration intensified, as fans poured onto the pitch, I saw him turn and start making his way toward the exit. He was leaving. Not joining the celebration. Not coming down to the pitch. He knew he didn't belong anymore. He was Salford's player now, not ours.

Our eyes met for a brief moment across the chaos. He gave me a small nod; congratulations, respect, maybe regret. I nodded back.

Then he was gone, disappearing into the crowd, heading back to whatever came next for him. Marcus Chen had gotten what he wanted in the end. Mark was his player now. But for one afternoon, Mark had been ours again, if only in spirit.

Kev appeared beside me, somehow already holding a beer, his shirt off, face painted green and white by a fan. "Gaffer! What the fuck is a Libero? Because whatever it is, it just won us the fucking league!"

"Franz Beckenbauer," I started.

"I don't care!" Kev shouted, spraying beer everywhere. "I love Franz Beckenbauer! I love Liberos! I love everyone! I love football! I love life!"

Baz appeared behind him, also shirtless, also holding a beer. "Gaffer, is it true you found Jamie by watching Sunday League games?"

"Youth team games," I corrected. "He was playing for a local under-18 side."

"Genius," Baz said, shaking his head. "Absolute genius. The kid was playing in front of fifty people three months ago. Now he's a County League champion."

"Now he's a legend," Kev added. "Did you see that goal? Twenty-five yards out, top corner. Unbelievable."

Eventually, the local officials managed to clear the pitch enough for the trophy presentation. A temporary stage had been set up near the center circle, and the County League trophy: a modest silver cup, nothing fancy, but beautiful in its simplicity, sat waiting.

Our players lined up, still in their mud-stained kits, faces flushed with joy and exhaustion. Big Dave stood at the front as captain. When the league official handed him the trophy, the roar from our fans was deafening.

Big Dave lifted it high, and the world exploded again. A few small confetti cannons went off. Fans screamed. Players jumped. And for one perfect moment, everything was right in the world.

The trophy was passed from player to player. Baz kissed it. Kev pretended to drink from it. Scott Miller, our quiet midfielder who'd been with the club for eight years, held it with tears streaming down his face. Tommo, our tireless engine, lifted it above his head and screamed until his voice cracked.

When it reached Jamie, the kid just stared at it, overwhelmed. JJ put his arm around Jamie's shoulders. "You earned this, mate. You earned every bit of this."

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