Football Reborn: The Manager from the future

⚽ Football Reborn: The Manager from the Future

Chapter 55 – War at Full Time

The second half began with fury.

Paris Saint-Germain were wounded.

And wounded kings do not retreat.

They roar.

From the moment the whistle blew, Mbappé sprinted with terrifying intent. Hakimi joined the attack. Neymar dropped deep, threading impossible passes through eye-of-the-needle gaps. The stadium became a coliseum.

And Tempo FC?

They didn't blink.

Because Chuva hadn't taught them how to defend.

He'd taught them how to endure.

⚔️ Minute 49 – Siege

Seraph's data streams lit up in Chuva's earpiece.

"Saturation point in 2.3 minutes. Decision: collapse or counter."

"Wait," Chuva replied.

He stood silent on the touchline, staring at the chaos.

Then he whispered: "Let them overextend."

Thiago intercepted a weak backpass.

No celebration. No pass back.

He charged.

Straight through midfield, cutting past Vitinha, feinting left, then threading the needle to Kojo on the run.

Kojo shot low—

—Donnarumma got a fingertip on it.

Post.

Rebound spilled to Abasi.

One touch. Smash.

3–1.

The crowd didn't react immediately.

They were too stunned.

Chuva turned to the PSG bench.

He gave them a slight, almost pitying nod.

"We warned you," he said.

🧠 Mbappé Responds

Mbappé didn't sulk.

He transformed.

It was as if he became faster. Sharper. Scarier.

In the 61st minute, he pulled off a solo run from the halfway line — cutting between Seraph's predictive layers as if he could hear the AI whispering behind the code.

3–2.

He stared at Chuva after scoring, his expression unreadable.

Chuva smiled.

They were now in pure football.

No algorithms.

No ego.

Just will.

🥶 Minute 73 – Cold Logic

Maestra's man from FIFA entered the tunnel with the ethics folder in hand.

Inside it: alleged data violations, "emotion manipulation" accusations, and a leaked recording of Seraph syncing heart rates to player touches.

He approached the 4th official.

"I need to deliver this to the match supervisor immediately."

But Clara Voss stepped out from the shadows, blocking his path.

"Funny thing," she said. "We submitted our own ethics dossier to FIFA this morning."

She handed him a drive.

Inside: a full expose on PSG's own AI training violations — including biometric overtraining, stimulant injections, and an undisclosed VR doping program.

"Your move," she said sweetly.

The man paled.

And walked away.

⚡ Minute 84 – Final Blow

Tempo FC didn't play for time.

They played to finish it.

In a move that would be studied for decades, Abasi pulled three defenders wide, Thiago flicked a no-look pass behind his back, and Kojo — ever the sprinter — sliced in, controlled the ball with the outside of his foot…

…and chipped Donnarumma.

4–2.

Game over.

Lusail shook like a thunderstorm.

Tempo FC — the team born from a second chance, a system from the future, and players rejected by the old world — had just defeated Paris Saint-Germain on the biggest stage football could offer.

⏱️ Full Time

The whistle blew.

Kojo dropped to his knees. Thiago collapsed on his back, laughing. Seraph took off his band and whispered, "We did it."

Chuva simply walked to the center circle.

Hands in his coat.

Eyes on the stars.

Solomon Kai, standing in the stands, put a hand to his heart.

And whispered, "My son."

🎙️ Post-Match Chaos

Reporters swarmed. Fans screamed. PSG's manager refused to comment.

But the moment everyone was waiting for came minutes later.

Mbappé walked straight to Abasi, eyes fierce, breath short.

Then he extended his hand.

"You're real," he said. "And you're next."

Abasi shook it without hesitation.

"We're already here."

💣 The Fallout

Hours later, FIFA issued a statement:

"Due to simultaneous AI ethics reports involving both Tempo FC and PSG, all disciplinary action is suspended pending investigation. All tournament progression stands."

But behind closed doors…

Maestra was furious.

Her assistant whispered, "We didn't break them."

Maestra stood at the window, silent.

Then said: "No. We'll go deeper. We'll hit them in the roots."

She picked up a phone.

Dialed a private number.

"Activate Protocol Eden."

🧩 Back at the Hotel

That night, Chuva, Abasi, Clara, and Seraph reviewed the SeraphNet data.

A new anomaly had appeared during the second half.

Someone else had accessed their tactical feed mid-game.

Clara froze.

"Chuva… that wasn't me."

"Then who was it?" Abasi asked.

Chuva leaned forward.

"Someone is trying to use our system against us."

Seraph brought up the trace log.

The intrusion originated from: Argentina.

And the IP?

Belonged to a club called: Club Deportivo Ascenso.

Abasi's eyes widened.

"That's where Messi was scouted… before anyone knew his name."