Date: December 1, 2028
Location: Turf Moor, Burnley
Weather: Cold, Wet, and Relentlessly Windy
Match: Arsenal (3rd) vs Burnley (15th) – Premier League
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The cold hit him first.
Stepping off the team bus at Turf Moor, Tobi Oliveira could barely feel his face. The Burnley air was not just cold—it bit. The wind whipped against his cheeks, and the grey sky above looked like it might collapse under the weight of its own misery.
This was not the glamour of the Champions League. There were no flashing cameras or shining stadium tunnels. No grand opera of elite European clubs here.
This was England's soul: wet grass, mud-stained kits, and fans who didn't care how many stepovers you could pull if you couldn't win a header in the rain.
Beside him, Bukayo Saka pulled his beanie lower over his ears and exhaled steam. "It's gonna be a long ninety, huh?"
Tobi just nodded, jaw tight, headphones in. No music this time. Just white noise, and the thudding of his own heartbeat.
