Ethan stood with his assistant, James Pearce, his own heart a heavy stone in his chest.

"What's the verdict, James?" he asked, his voice a low, worried whisper.

James tapped his tablet, his AI-generated face a perfect, unreadable mask. "The initial diagnosis is a dislocated shoulder, gaffer," he reported, his voice a calm, clinical monotone. "A result of the impact from the heroic, last-ditch block. Estimated recovery time: two to three months."

Two to three months. The words hit Ethan like a physical blow.

His S-Rank defensive prodigy, the rock he was building his new Championship defense around, was gone.

He would miss the start of the new season.

But more importantly, he would miss the final.

"We're in the final, lads," Ethan announced to the quiet room, his voice ringing with a forced, determined strength.

"We are one win away from a million pounds. James, for his team, for this club, put his body on the line. We are not going to let that sacrifice be for nothing. We are going to win that final. For him."

A low, determined roar went through the room.

The sadness was still there, but it was now forged into a new, powerful weapon: motivation.

TWO WEEKS LATER: THE EFL TROPHY FINAL

The build-up was a whirlwind of nervous energy and relentless media hype.

The 'Gaffer's Office' was a sensation, the live stream of the semi-final having been clipped, shared, and analyzed a million times over. Ethan's subscriber count had smashed through the 100,000 mark. He was no longer a curiosity; he was a star.

But he felt none of it.

His entire world, for two solid weeks, had been focused on one thing: the final.

The opponent was the worst-case scenario. Derby County.

The team managed by a man who had already out-thought him once. The team that had Marcus Thorne. It was a rematch. A chance for redemption.

A final boss battle.

He stood before his team in the hallowed, cavernous dressing room of the virtual Wembley Stadium, the most famous football ground on the planet. The prize, the trophy, the million pounds—it was all just 90 minutes away.

"Look around you," he began, his voice a low, intense hum that vibrated through the silent room. "This is Wembley. This is the stage where legends are made. And today, we become legends."

He looked around at his team of heroes, his band of brothers.

"They beat us in the league. They humiliated us with a moment of magic. And they think they have our number. They think we're the lucky kids who have run out of road. But they don't know us. They don't know our heart. They don't know our 'Steely Resolve'."

He looked at his stand-in center-back, Ben Gibson, who was filling the huge shoes of the injured McCarthy. "We are not here to be second best. We are here to win. For the club. For the fans. For our families. And for James."

He clapped his hands, a sound like a gunshot in the tense silence.

"Let's go write the final chapter of our fairytale."

The teams walked out into the roar of 90,000 virtual fans, a sea of blue and white and black and white, a stadium split down the middle, buzzing with an electric, final-day energy.

"WELCOME, LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, TO THE HALLOWED TURF OF WEMBLEY STADIUM for the final of the EFL Trophy!" Tactics Tim's voice exploded through the stream, filled with a giddy, almost hysterical excitement. "It's the fairytale versus the legends! The chaotic genius of Apex United against the grizzled, tactical brilliance of Derby County! It's Couch versus Thorne! It's the new school versus the old school! And it is going to be absolutely EPIC!"

The game began, and it was a frantic, end-to-end war from the first second.

In the 12th minute, a blistering long shot from a Derby midfielder forced a world-class, acrobatic save from Angus Gunn.

In the 15th minute, at the other end, a curling effort from Emre Demir was tipped onto the post by the Derby keeper.

The game was a brutal, beautiful stalemate. Until the 28th minute.

David Kerrigan, who had been an absolute menace, was scythed down by a cynical, frustrated Derby defender.

As Kerrigan writhed on the floor in a display of theatrical agony, a scuffle broke out.

Players pushed, they shoved, they shouted.

The referee, under the immense pressure of a cup final, completely lost control.

He ran into the melee, brandishing cards like confetti. When the dust settled, the Derby defender who had made the initial challenge was shown a straight red card.

And David Kerrigan, for his ridiculous, over-the-top reaction, was shown a second yellow.

Two red cards. It was 10 vs 10. The final had just descended into beautiful, glorious chaos.

"IT'S HAPPENED AGAIN!" the commentator shrieked. "CHAOS REIGNS AT WEMBLEY! A moment of madness, and both teams are down to ten men! David Kerrigan, the agent of chaos, has sacrificed himself for the greater good! This is his legacy!"

In the 35th minute, in the wide-open spaces of the now ten-a-side game, Emre Demir produced a moment of pure magic.

A slaloming, dizzying dribble saw him beat three players and get brought down in the box. Penalty.

Kenny McLean, the ice-man, stepped up.

The pressure was immense. He struck it clean, but the Derby keeper, a seasoned international, guessed the right way and produced a phenomenal, one-handed save.

But the danger wasn't over. From the resulting corner, Emre whipped in a perfect delivery.

And rising like a phoenix from the ashes of his penalty-miss disappointment, was Kenny McLean.

He met the ball with a thunderous, powerful header that flew into the back of the net.

1-0 to Apex!

The half-time whistle blew on a scene of pure, Apex delirium.

The second half was a heroic, backs-to-the-wall defensive display.

Derby, inspired by their legendary striker, threw everything forward.

But the Apex defense, led by the colossal Grant Hanley and Ben Gibson, was a wall of blue, throwing their bodies in front of everything.

But in the 78th minute, the wall was breached. A moment of pure, unstoppable genius from Marcus Thorne saw him curl a perfect, 25-yard shot into the top corner.

1-1.

The game was heading for extra time.

But in the 89th minute, a sloppy Apex pass was intercepted. A quick counter-attack. A desperate, last-ditch tackle from Grant Hanley. The referee blew his whistle. Penalty to Derby. And a second yellow card for the captain.

Nine men. A last-minute penalty. The dream was over.

Thorne himself stepped up to take it.

The legend, to win the cup. He smashed the ball towards the bottom corner.

But Angus Gunn, a giant in the Apex goal, guessed the right way and produced a save of such impossible, world-class brilliance that the stadium fell silent.

The ball was cleared. The final whistle blew. Extra time.

The thirty minutes of extra time were a brutal, exhausted stalemate. And then, penalties.

It went to the final kick. Sudden death. The score was 5-5. A young, terrified Derby player had to score. He hit it. Gunn saved it.

It was all on one man. The SSS-Rank magician. The hero of a hundred comebacks. Emre Demir.

To win the cup. To win a million pounds. To complete the impossible dream.

He stepped up, calm, cool, collected. He passed the ball into the bottom corner.

The net bulged.

Apex United had won.

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