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Harbinger Of Glory

Chapter 3: An Olive Branch · Oct 18, 2026

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1 Chapter 1: Once Upon A Team 2026-10-18
2 Chapter 2: The Shift 2026-10-18
3 Chapter 3: An Olive Branch 2026-10-18
4 Chapter 4: Relations 2026-10-18
5 Chapter 5: The Offer 2026-10-18
6 Chapter 6: Resolution 2026-10-18
7 Chapter 7: A New Day 2026-10-18
8 Chapter 8: An Unimportant File 2026-10-18
9 Chapter 9: New Goal 2026-10-18
10 Chapter 10: School- A Means To An End 2026-10-18
11 Chapter 11: Learning The Art 2026-10-18
12 Chapter 12: Extra Work 2026-10-18
13 Chapter 13: Behind The Scenes 2026-10-18
14 Chapter 14: New Dawn 2026-10-18
15 Chapter 15: Wigan’s U21s 2026-10-18
16 Chapter 16: Testing The Waters 2026-10-18
17 Chapter 17: Unfolding 2026-10-18
18 Chapter 18: Sign The Kid 2026-10-18
19 Chapter 19: One Step At A Time 2026-10-18
20 Chapter 20: Player To Be 2026-10-18
21 Chapter 21: Honing 2026-10-18
22 Chapter 22: Possibilities 2026-10-18
23 Chapter 23: The Ball Whisperer 2026-10-18
24 Chapter 24: How It’s going 2026-10-18
25 Chapter 25: The Talk 2026-10-18
26 Chapter 26: Tell Me Everything 2026-10-18
27 Chapter 27: Meet The Calderons 2026-10-18
28 Chapter 28: Contract Negotiations 2026-10-18
29 Chapter 29: Welcome to Wigan, Leo 2026-10-18
30 Chapter 30: Interest from an Old Flame 2026-10-18
31 Chapter 31: First training session 2026-10-18
32 Chapter 32: First training Session [2] 2026-10-18
33 Chapter 33: All eyes on him 2026-10-18
34 Chapter 34: First shirt 2026-10-18
35 Chapter 35: First Game 2026-10-18
36 Chapter 36: Vanishing Act 2026-10-18
37 Chapter 37: A story writes itself 2026-10-18
38 Chapter 38: Paper Boy 2026-10-18
39 Chapter 39 - 3-body Problem 2026-10-18
40 Chapter 40: Method- Acting 2026-10-18
41 Chapter 41: Uncanny Hero 2026-10-18
42 Chapter 42: On the Cusp 2026-10-18
43 Chapter 43: On the Cusp [2] 2026-10-18
44 Chapter 44: Top for A reason 2026-10-18
45 Chapter 45: Dumb It Down 2026-10-18
46 Chapter 46: Price For Genius 2026-10-18
47 Chapter 47: First Team Calling. 2026-10-18
48 Chapter 48: First Team Calling [2] 2026-10-18
49 Chapter 49: Slowly But Surely 2026-10-18
50 Chapter 50: Number 22 2026-10-18

The following week felt like a blur for Leo.

Every day, he showed up to training with the same quiet determination, expecting little more than another round of missed passes and harsh criticisms.

But something had changed.

Each time the ball found its way to him, Leo’s mind was already two steps ahead.

The passing lanes seemed to open up with greater clarity, and with every attempt, his passes were becoming sharper.

Some were still too difficult for his teammates to control, but others threaded perfectly between defenders, just out of reach—or perhaps just a step too early.

There were signs, subtle signs, that he was improving. However, the changes were still so small, so incremental, that Coach Harris hardly took notice.

”Leo, for god’s sake, stop trying to be cute with the ball!”

Harris would bark whenever Leo attempted a pass that didn’t quite connect. ”You’re not in the Premier League yet. Get the basics down, then we can talk about fancy stuff!”

Leo kept his head down, refusing to let Harris’s words cut deeper than they already had.

He wasn’t the fastest. He wasn’t the strongest. But he was seeing things now—things no one else could see—and it gave him a sense of hope he hadn’t felt in a long time.

As the week wore on, Leo noticed something else: Dawson was starting to pay closer attention to him

. The assistant coach had been watching from the sidelines more often, his gaze focused on Leo whenever he attempted one of those daring passes.

It was during one of the scrimmage sessions that Leo made a breakthrough pass—a perfectly placed ball between two defenders, right into the stride of Max, who took it on the run.

Max didn’t quite control it, but the accuracy was undeniable. The ball arrived exactly where it needed to be.

Max was visibly impressed, even though he couldn’t hold on to it.

Dawson, watching intently, scribbled something down in his notebook.

Later that day, as the training session ended, Harris walked off the field with his usual air of indifference.

He barely acknowledged Leo, who stood off to the side, watching as his teammates packed up.

Dawson lingered behind, still deep in thought. He watched Leo closely as the young midfielder practiced on his own, trying to hone his newfound skill.

”Harris,” Dawson said, finally breaking the silence as his friend began to pack up his gear. ”That kid. Leo.” Harris barely spared him a glance. ”What about him?”

”I’ve been watching him all week. He’s got something—something you’re missing.” Harris scoffed, but Dawson wasn’t deterred.

”No, seriously. I think all Leo needs is time and the right coaching. He’s seeing the game in a way others aren’t. It’s like he’s got an extra layer to his vision.”

Harris’s eyes narrowed. ”But he’s got no physicality. He can’t keep up with the others. His passing’s still inconsistent.”

Dawson nodded. ”I see that. But that can be fixed. It’s the execution that’s the problem, not the vision.

His body just hasn’t caught up yet. All he needs is the right kind of training, a way to sharpen his physicality. That’s what he’s missing.”

Harris shook his head. ”You’re wasting your time. We can’t afford to babysit a kid who can’t even make a proper pass half the time.

He’ll just end up as another Championship benchwarmer at best. I’m telling you—move on.”

But Dawson wasn’t ready to let it go. He saw something in Leo—a potential so raw that it seemed almost impossible for anyone else to recognize.

That evening, Dawson made a call to his contact at Wigan Athletic, a League One club that had been struggling in the league but was looking to rebuild with fresh talent.

He knew that if Leo could develop the right physical tools, he could become an asset to any team.

”Hey, I need you to come take a look at someone,” Dawson said, his voice serious.

”There’s a kid here, playing for the U18s at Manchester United. His name’s Leo Caulderon.”

The other end of the line crackled as Dawson’s contact processed the name. ”Leo.... Caulderon? From United’s youth team? What’s so special about him?”

Dawson paused, choosing his words carefully. ”He’s got a unique vision—something I haven’t seen in a while. His passing isn’t perfect, but he sees spaces no one else can.

If he had the right environment, the right coaching, and the right physical development, he could be a real asset.

I know he’s not there yet, but he’s got something you can’t teach. You need to come watch him play.”

The man on the other end of the line seemed intrigued. ”Alright. I’ll take your word for it. If you think he’s got potential, I’ll come down next week and see for myself.

But I’m telling you, Matt—this better not be another one of those projects that doesn’t pan out. Also we don’t have that much money so he should be affordable”

Dawson chuckled softly. ”Trust me. This kid’s different. Also, they don’t seem to care too much about him. Just get him in the right system, and you’ll see.”

The following week, Dawson met with Harris again, though this time, he had a more direct approach.

”I’m telling you, Harris. Leo’s got a future if he’s given the right chance.”

Harris raised an eyebrow. ”I’ve told you before, Matt. He’s not cut out for it. He’s too small, too slow. The physical side is too big a hurdle for him. It’s a waste of time.”

But Dawson didn’t back down. ”I don’t think you’re seeing it. I’ve spoken to a contact at Wigan Athletic.

They’re going to take a look at him. If they sign him, it could be the start of something big for the kid.”

Harris stared at Dawson for a moment, the skepticism clear on his face. ”You think he’s worth the effort?” Dawson’s smile was subtle, but it spoke volumes. ”I know he is. Just wait and see.”

As the week came to a close, Leo had no idea that the trajectory of his career was about to take a significant turn.

Despite the constant criticism and the long hours spent training with little recognition, someone had finally seen what he could become.

And for the first time in a long while, Leo maybe, just maybe, wasn’t heading towards the end of his journey. It might be only the beginning.

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