The bus started rolling slowly.
And the celebration became something else entirely.
Players spread out across the top deck, some sitting along the edges, others standing, waving, filming, laughing. Music played from somewhere behind them, mixing with the chants from the crowd, creating a rhythm that carried the entire parade forward.
At one point, someone passed Lukas the trophy.
The moment his hands touched it, the reaction was instant.
The noise surged.
He raised it—
and the city exploded.
Scarves went up, voices screamed, people jumped, flags waved harder, faster, louder. It wasn't just celebration anymore—it was release.
He lowered it slightly, laughing, shaking his head, then lifted it again.
Even louder.
"Do it again!" Larsson shouted from behind him.
"Relax," Lukas said, grinning.
"You're enjoying this too much," Ekitike added.
"You would too," Lukas shot back.
"I am," Ekitike replied, already holding his phone up, recording everything.
