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Chapter 413: A Man.........With A Plan.....Sort Of! · Oct 18, 2026

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401 Chapter 401: A Matter Of Inches! 2026-10-18
402 Chapter 402: Astute! 2026-10-18
403 Chapter 403: Blue Avalanche! 2026-10-18
404 Chapter 404: The New Pulse Of The Azzurri! [GT - !] 2026-10-18
405 Chapter 405: The Debut! 2026-10-18
406 Chapter 406: Truly Italian! 2026-10-18
407 Chapter 407: Home Again! 2026-10-18
408 Chapter 408: The Media’s Attitude! 2026-10-18
409 Chapter 409: Back At The Complex! 2026-10-18
410 Chapter 410: Stalemate! 2026-10-18
411 Chapter 411: Fine Margins! [GT - ] 2026-10-18
412 Chapter 412: A New Question Every Week! 2026-10-18
413 Chapter 413: A Man.........With A Plan.....Sort Of! 2026-10-18
414 Chapter 414: Biggest Test Yet! 2026-10-18
415 Chapter 415: Hate To See You Win! 2026-10-18
416 Chapter 416: Game On! 2026-10-18
417 Chapter 417: Baiting The Pack! 2026-10-18
418 Chapter 418: Not Out Of The Woods! 2026-10-18
419 Chapter 419: Scare! 2026-10-18
420 Chapter 420: Pinned! 2026-10-18
421 Chapter 421: Is It Too Soon! 2026-10-18
422 Chapter 422: A Time Not Too Far Gone! [GT - !] 2026-10-18
423 Chapter 423: That Time Of The Year! 2026-10-18
424 Chapter 424: First Card! 2026-10-18
425 Chapter 425: Press Play! 2026-10-18
426 Chapter 426: EFL Cup Third Round! 2026-10-18
427 Chapter 427: Guildford Studios! 2026-10-18
428 Chapter 428: Boy And Reporter! 2026-10-18
429 Chapter 429: Players Of The Round Table! 2026-10-18
430 Chapter 430: Battle At Goodison! [GT - ] 2026-10-18
431 Chapter 431: Battle At Goodison! [2] 2026-10-18
432 Chapter 432: Up From The Spot! 2026-10-18
433 Chapter 433: Back Underway! 2026-10-18
434 Chapter 434: Head On! 2026-10-18
435 Chapter 435: Happy Feet! 2026-10-18
436 Chapter 436: The Art Of Knuckle! 2026-10-18
437 Chapter 437: Company At The Top! 2026-10-18
438 Chapter 438: League Leaders! 2026-10-18
439 Chapter 439: A Mid-week, Not For The Weak! 2026-10-18
440 Chapter 440: Different Game! 2026-10-18
441 Chapter 441: Almost.......[GT Chapter!] 2026-10-18
442 Chapter 442: Unware Genius! 2026-10-18
443 Chapter 443: Doesn’t Take Much! 2026-10-18
444 Chapter 444: Gun To Your Head! 2026-10-18
445 Chapter 445: Last Man! 2026-10-18
446 Chapter 446: Someone Else! 2026-10-18
447 Chapter 447: Broken Saviour! 2026-10-18
448 Chapter 448: On A Roll! 2026-10-18
449 Chapter 449: HomeBound! 2026-10-18
450 Chapter 450: Evolving The Blueprint! 2026-10-18

[The next morning]

Leo returned from his morning run carrying a paper tray balanced in one hand and a small brown bag tucked beneath his arm.

By the time he nudged the apartment door shut with his foot, Vittoria had made it as far as the kitchen island, though only just.

Her hair still carried the untidy evidence of sleep, and despite that, Leo couldn’t help smiling as he looked at her.

She looked up slowly before folding her arms when she saw Leo.

”Good morning,” she said.

”I brought compensation,” Leo replied instantly as he walked forward.

”What do you mean by compensation? I never said I was angry,” she said, only for Leo to gesture towards her face.

”That smile tells me otherwise,” he answered as he set the tray down, took one of the cups and slid it gently across the counter towards her.

The coffee was still steaming, the thick layer of foam dusted lightly with cocoa.

Vittoria wrapped both hands around it before taking a slow sip.

Her shoulders loosened almost immediately as she let out a contented sigh.

Leo watched her over the lid of his own cup before nodding towards her.

”What’s with the smile?”

She looked at him over the rim before looking back towards the biggest window in the apartment.

”I won an argument.”

”...Congratulations?”

”Online.”

”That’s impressive,” Leo said with an indulgent look as she nodded proudly.

”I made an anonymous account yesterday,” she suddenly said, and that got his attention fully.

”You made a burner account?”

”I did,” she repeated, sounding all proud.

”What for?” he asked as she took another sip before answering.

”Someone was talking nonsense about you.”

Leo sighed.

”And...”

”Don’t ’andd’ me,” she said as she pointed at him with her cup.

”I defended your honour,” she said, making Leo chuckle as she went on.

”He was saying he heard a bit about you and watched some of your performances, and the only conclusion was that it was just senseless hype for someone just passing the ball around.”

”He even called you overrated,” she finished.

”So naturally...” Leo motioned for her to go on.

”I corrected him,” she said with a grin that made Leo narrow his eyes at her, though he couldn’t keep the smile off his face at the thought of his girlfriend defending him.

”...Corrected?”

”I destroyed him. I rallied a lot more friendlies, and we all went at him, spamming his posts with jokes and telling him off.”

”Come on, Tori. I thought Mia was the only one who did things like this.”

”Mia also does this?” Vittoria inquired before picking her phone up.

”What are you doing?”

”Gathering more firepower,” she answered after Leo asked before looking back at her phone and then sending Mia a text.

When Leo shook her head, she shrugged in return.

”I have responsibilities too.”

”You have responsibilities?”

”I’m the girlfriend. I am supposed to be causing trouble, but I don’t, so let me do this,” she said with complete seriousness.

”I can’t afford to slack off.”

Leo laughed harder this time as she smiled into her coffee before shaking her head.

”I don’t understand people.”

”They can’t just let Wigan enjoy a good start.”

”It always has to be luck.”

”It always has to be someone else playing badly.”

”It can’t just be that you’re... good or that you are doing well.”

Hearing that, Leo reached into the paper bag and pulled out the sandwiches he’d ordered that early morning, still packed neatly inside a clear container.

He slid them across to her as he shook his head at her earlier words.

”It just doesn’t really work like that.”

”What doesn’t?”

”The Premier League.”

He opened the container as he spoke.

”The more we win...”

”...the more pressure everyone else feels.”

He shrugged as he also sat down.

”If a newly promoted team keeps picking up results, clubs that are supposed to finish above us lose the excuse of saying they’re rebuilding or still finding themselves.”

”They’re expected to be better since they’d spent more time acclimatising to the state of the league.”

”So when they aren’t winning or giving results...”

”They get criticised.”

Vittoria nodded slowly.

”I suppose that’s true.”

”It is,” Leo confirmed as he smiled.

”But one thing they tend to forget is that the other promoted clubs are having rougher starts to the new league.”

He picked up half a sandwich and bit almost half of it away, all while Vittoria watched him, waiting for him to continue.

”So people are going to keep trying to explain us away.”

”But that’s fine.”

”We’ll just keep working.”

He took a bite before adding with complete confidence,

”And besides...”

”Dawson always seems to have a plan.”

...

Across town, Shaun Dawson slumped forward until his forehead landed gently on the stack of papers covering his desk.

”I do not have a plan.”

His voice disappeared into the paperwork as the office remained completely silent.

After a few seconds, he lifted his head just enough to squint at the tactical reports scattered across the desk.

Fulham had taken enough work, and now it was Wolverhampton.

He didn’t want to admit it, but he was spent.

He thought so much that he’d even started thinking about a career change.

He picked his head up a while later and picked up one page, put it down, picked up another and then sighed.

”...Something will come to me.”

He said that and sat alone for a while, close to half an hour, but nothing did as he scribbled nonsense onto a sheet of paper.

He leaned back in his chair, rubbed both hands across his face and looked at the ceiling.

”It’ll sort itself out,” he said with a pause.

”...Hopefully,” he continued even though he didn’t really believe his own words.

The room stayed stubbornly quiet as Dawson sighed once more before reaching for the nearest notebook.

”Right,” he muttered.

”Let’s pretend I know what I’m doing.”

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