Time on the Run 2

The League Gets Tougher

The league season was in full swing, and the competition was getting fierce. CF Igualada had started strong, but every match was a new challenge. Teams were studying their tactics, learning how to counter Daniel's speed, Miguel's passing, and Luis's defensive strength.

After another tough match, which ended in a 1-1 draw against C.F. Vilanova, the mood in the locker room was tense.

Coach Morales paced in front of the team. "You think because you won a few matches, teams will let you play how you want?" He looked around, his voice sharp. "They are adapting. If you don't step up, they will overtake you."

Daniel wiped sweat from his forehead. He knew the coach was right. The higher the stakes, the harder it got.

That weekend, Daniel met Sofia in the city center. She was dressed casually but still had that confident, effortless look about her.

"You're late," she teased.

"Not my fault," Daniel smirked. "Mateo wanted to talk about work."

Sofia rolled her eyes. "That uncle of yours is always busy."

They walked through the streets of Igualada, grabbing coffee at a small café before heading to a nearby park.

"So," Sofia said, sipping her drink, "you nervous about the rest of the season?"

Daniel exhaled. "Not nervous. Just… thinking."

"About what?"

Daniel hesitated. "Romero."

Sofia frowned. "That guy again?"

"He's different," Daniel admitted. "Most players focus on playing. He focuses on control."

Sofia tapped her fingers against her cup. "So what? You're better than him."

Daniel smiled. "You sound sure."

Sofia shrugged. "I've seen you play."

They sat in silence for a moment. Then, Sofia smirked. "So, is this our first official date?"

Daniel choked on his coffee. "Wait—what?"

She laughed. "Relax. I'm just messing with you."

Daniel shook his head, trying to ignore the way his heart was racing.

The next match was against U.E. Sant Andreu. Romero's team.

From the moment the whistle blew, the tension was obvious. Every time Daniel had the ball, Romero was there, pressing him aggressively.

In the 35th minute, Daniel finally broke past him, sprinting down the right wing. But just as he prepared to cross, he felt a sharp shove from behind.

He hit the ground hard.

The referee blew the whistle—foul.

Romero smirked as he helped Daniel up. "Told you. Control."

Daniel clenched his jaw. He would remember this.

After the Match

CF Igualada won 2-1, but Daniel wasn't celebrating. As the team walked off the pitch, he heard Romero call out.

"This isn't over, Carter."

Daniel turned, locking eyes with him.

"I know."