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Harbinger Of Glory

Chapter 452: Plans Within Plans! [GT - !] · Oct 18, 2026

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451 Chapter 451: A Saturday Afternoon! 2026-10-18
452 Chapter 452: Plans Within Plans! [GT - !] 2026-10-18
453 Chapter 453: At The DW! 2026-10-18
454 Chapter 454: Life Early In The Game! 2026-10-18
455 Chapter 455: Futile Response! 2026-10-18
456 Chapter 456: Giants At The Summit! 2026-10-18
457 Chapter 457: The Crumbling! 2026-10-18
458 Chapter 458: A New Perspective! 2026-10-18
459 Chapter 459: Crushing Tackle! [GT - !] 2026-10-18
460 Chapter 460: One Of The League’s Best! [GT - !] 2026-10-18
461 Chapter 461: Holding Back! 2026-10-18
462 Chapter 462: Down And Out! 2026-10-18
463 Chapter 463: Sending Off! 2026-10-18
464 Chapter 464: Level At Last! 2026-10-18
465 Chapter 465: Not To Be Scratched Off! 2026-10-18
466 Chapter 466: Cadenza! 2026-10-18
467 Chapter 467: Afterthought! 2026-10-18
468 Chapter 468: Being Seen! 2026-10-18
469 Chapter 469 - 9th Round! 2026-10-18
470 Chapter 470 - 27! 2026-10-18
471 Chapter 471: Another Break! [GT - !] 2026-10-18
472 Chapter 472: Hang On! 2026-10-18
473 Chapter 473: Superman! 2026-10-18
474 Chapter 474: The Gathering! [Gt - ] 2026-10-18
475 Chapter 475: Mama Bear, Papa Bear! 2026-10-18
476 Chapter 476: Maltese Assault! 2026-10-18
477 Chapter 477: Winning Becomes A Chore! [GT - !] 2026-10-18
478 Chapter 478: Two Former World Champions! 2026-10-18
479 Chapter 479: Offensive Defense! 2026-10-18
480 Chapter 480: Heavyweight Football! 2026-10-18
481 Chapter 481: DOWN! 2026-10-18
482 Chapter 482: The Advantage! 2026-10-18
483 Chapter 483: Looking Like One Of The Greats! 2026-10-18
484 Chapter 484: Cool As Ice, Leo! 2026-10-18
485 Chapter 485: Spoils At The San Siro! 2026-10-18
486 Chapter 486: Meeting the D’Avernas 2026-10-18
487 Chapter 487: Arrival At The Forte! 2026-10-18
488 Chapter 488: Arrival At The Forte [2] 2026-10-18
489 Chapter 489: The Talk! 2026-10-18
490 Chapter 490: Pushing A Thin Line! 2026-10-18
491 Chapter 491: Normal Life [GT - !] 2026-10-18
492 Chapter 492: Ready To Start Again! 2026-10-18
493 Chapter 493: Still Perfect! 2026-10-18
494 Chapter 494: On The Bench! 2026-10-18
495 Chapter 495 - 10 From 10! 2026-10-18
496 Chapter 496: DOOOOO NOOTT REAAAAD!!!![Please Do Not read!!!!!!!] [] 2026-10-18
497 Chapter 497: Pests Of The League! 2026-10-18
498 Chapter 498: A Week To Prepare! 2026-10-18
499 Chapter 499: Answers For Liverpool! 2026-10-18
500 Chapter 500: One Of England’s Biggest! 2026-10-18

Further along the approach, several hundred Tottenham supporters had gathered outside the away entrance.

They watched the sea of blue surrounding the stadium with a mixture of admiration and caution.

”You can see why teams hate coming here,” one of them said as his friend nodded slowly.

”It isn’t even about the size of the place,” he said, gesturing toward the home crowd.

”They make it sound twice as big. If this is how it is for teams, then they’ve got every reason to be top.”

Before anyone could answer, a roar erupted further down the road and heads turned almost instinctively.

The Wigan team coach rounded the corner, and as if it wasn’t already loud enough, the volume doubled.

Players could be seen through the windows, waving back as the Wigan team bus edged toward the players’ entrance near the parking tunnel.

The doors folded open as Dawson climbed down first.

When he did, a member of the club’s operations staff was already waiting.

”Good day, boss,” he said as Dawson reached out to shake his head.

”The media team wanted to check something with you. They’re holding, as usual, the short pre-match interview before kick-off. They’d like you... and if possible, Leo.”

At that, Dawson’s eyes drifted back toward the coach, where Leo was making his way down the steps behind the others.

The fresh medical dressing still covered the side of his head, impossible to miss against his dark hair.

Dawson watched him for a second before looking back at the staff member.

”I’ll do it, but as you can see, I have to bring someone else.”

The staff member followed Dawson’s gaze, immediately understanding.

”No problem.”

The conversation ended there as Dawson clapped Leo lightly on the shoulder as he passed.

”Straight inside.”

Leo nodded and joined the stream as the players disappeared beneath the stand while the crowd outside continued singing.

Inside the stadium, every minute brought another wave of supporters through the turnstiles.

By the time both teams emerged to warm up, the stands were almost full.

Songs gave way to applause before applause became whistles for the away side.

Then the whistles became cheers as the home group of players appeared.

Near the front of the South Stand, a family had found their seats early enough to watch both teams warm up.

The two children leaned over the barrier, following every movement on the pitch with the complete concentration only football could demand from them.

Son Heung-min drifted past during a passing drill, and the kids just couldn’t help themselves.

The older boy nudged his younger brother before pointing.

”That’s Son.”

”I know.”

”I want to play like him.”

A few yards away, Richarlison brought a dropping ball under control with one touch before flicking it effortlessly to a teammate.

Seeing this, the younger boy also pointed.

”Him.”

Van de Ven sprinted across the width of the pitch a moment later, covering forty yards with startling ease.

”...And him.”

Watching everything from behind, their father chuckled.

”What about Leo?”

Both boys turned toward the opposite half where the Wigan players were warming up.

”He’s younger than almost everyone out there.”

”And he’s top of the league,” the father added.

The brothers looked at one another, and as if on cue, they went at it.

”I was Leo first.”

”No, you weren’t.”

”I always pick Leo.”

”You picked Son!”

”I changed my mind.”

Their father laughed as the argument gathered pace, deciding it was probably wiser not to get involved.

Down the pitch, Leo emerged from the tunnel a few moments later.

Unlike the rest of the squad, he wasn’t in training gear.

A thick navy puffer jacket covered his training gear, and the white dressing running along the side of his head stood out immediately beneath his dark hair.

He crossed the edge of the pitch while his teammates continued their warm-up around him and right across the field, Ange Postecoglou happened to look up.

Their eyes met, and when they did, the Spurs manager gave a small nod.

Leo returned it with one of his own before offering a polite smile and continuing.

”Leo.”

Hearing his name, he stopped and found Destiny Udogie, who was jogging over with Carlo following a few steps behind.

”I thought they’d stitched you together properly.”

Hearing that, Leo couldn’t help but laugh.

”They did.”

Udogie tilted his head, looking at the dressing.

”Doesn’t look like it.”

Leo touched the bandage lightly.

”It feels better than it looks, but I have looked better”

”You’ve definitely looked better.”

They both smiled as Udogie folded his arms.

”I was looking forward to playing against you.”

”So was I.”

”Yes, but now you’ve ruined my afternoon.”

”Fair enough.”

For a second, neither of them said anything.

Then Udogie glanced toward the Tottenham technical area.

Postecoglou was already watching.

”Right...”

He pointed back toward his teammates.

”I should probably stop talking to the enemy.”

”You probably should,” Leo responded as they exchanged one last grin before Udogie jogged away.

Carlo waited until he was out of earshot.

”Comfortable seat?”

Leo gave him a flat look.

”I’ll save you one.”

Carlo laughed before turning back toward the warm-up.

”Don’t. I already got my place on the wings.”

He jogged away, still smiling while Leo remained where he was for a second longer before turning toward the dugout.

On the opposite touchline, one of Ange Postecoglou’s assistants walked over carrying a tablet.

”The confirmed team.”

Ange took it, and his eyes moved down the Wigan lineup almost automatically.

Goalkeeper.

Back four.

Midfield.

Then they stopped.

Sitting at the base of the midfield was Max Power with Tiehi, not Leo Calderon.

His gaze shifted to the substitutes’ bench where Leo now sat, jacket zipped up against the autumn breeze.

The slight tightening around Ange’s jaw said everything.

Four days of preparation had revolved partly around a player, but he wasn’t even going to play.

He handed the tablet back before looking at his assistant.

”We’ll need to rethink a few things.”

His assistant nodded, taking the tablet back in hand.

Ange’s eyes drifted back toward the Wigan bench one last time.

Whether Leo started or not...

...he wasn’t about to assume the problem had gone away.

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