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I take my place.

Front and center.

Not the owner.

Not the billionaire.

Not Mitchell fucking Knight of Knight Global.

Just one of the guys.

One of the Rovers.

Koa calls us in.

The stadium quiets. Then it begins.

The haka.

The first cry rolls across the field.

Powerful.

Raw.

Alive.

The team answers.

So do I.

Every movement deliberate.

Every sound carried through the stadium.

I've played rugby.

Hell, I've loved rugby almost my entire life.

But I've never experienced it like this.

Not with thousands of people watching.

Not with the Rovers beside me.

Not with Layla standing there.

Not with Granddad's dream surrounding me in steel, grass, noise, and fucking life.

One day, Mitch, we'll have our own team.

We do, Granddad.

We fucking do.

The final shout explodes across the field. The crowd loses its collective mind.

For one heartbeat, I stand there and take it in.