Chapter 218: Rising Pressure
Dev woke up before his alarm. He lay there for a moment staring at the ceiling remembering his fathers word from the call yesterday.
His phone was on the bedside table. He didn't need to check it as he already knew that there were probably few missed calls, messages, news with his name next to a number that didn't feel real.
He took a slow breath and sat up.
For most players in League One, that kind of money would change everything. For him, it just felt like pressure.
He went into the kitchen and poured a glass of water.
His dad's voice from last night stayed in his head.
'Leave when you're ready.
Not for the money.
Not because people are talking.
Not because you feel pushed.'
Dev rubbed his face and looked at his hands.
He learned to play on the concrete behind his grandfather's shop. His hands shook when he signed his first academy contract. He held the Crawley shirt tight before his first game.
