The roar of Villa Park was deafening, a symphony of pure, unadulterated joy.

The halftime whistle blew soon after. The dressing room was electric, a whirlwind of high-fives and triumphant shouts. Leon, exhausted but exhilarated, collapsed onto a bench.

"LEON! What a goal, mate!" John McGinn (Current: 84) thumped him on the back. "You're unstoppable out there!"

Ollie Watkins (Current: 86), who had scored the equalizer, grinned. "I tell you, I just knew you were going to shoot. That was a rocket!"

Coach Emery, though pleased, quickly brought them back to focus. "Excellent half, lads! But they are champions. They will come back. We must be even stronger! Leon, keep controlling that midfield! Keep seeing those chances!"

Leon nodded. He felt ready. He looked around at his teammates, their faces etched with a fierce determination. They were fighting for this.

TV Sports News - Halftime Analysis

"Unbelievable scenes at Villa Park!" the pundit's voice boomed. "Aston Villa are leading Manchester City 2-1 at halftime! And the story of the half is undoubtedly Leon Fischer!"

A highlight reel played, showing Leon's dazzling dribbling, his pinpoint passes, and then, his powerful goal.

"That goal from Leon Fischer is just pure class!" the pundit exclaimed.

"The way he created space, the power, the precision! At just sixteen, he's dictating play against the best midfield in the world! His market value has also reportedly soared to £59 million! An astonishing sum for a player of his age!"

Leon, watching the clip from the dressing room, felt a thrill. £59 million. He smiled.

He was catching up to Byon's £48 million. This was more than just money; it was recognition. It was proof that his 'sight', his relentless training, his entire "second life" was paying off in the most spectacular way.

Fifty-nine million pounds. It's unreal. Just a few years ago, I was dreaming of getting into an academy.

Now, this. He thought about his mom, her proud smile, their new house. He thought about the doubters, the people in the pub who said he was a "flash in the pan." This was his answer to them.

This was his answer to everyone. He would keep pushing. He would keep proving them wrong.

The second half kicked off, and Manchester City, champions that they were, came out with renewed fury. Their 'Current' ratings pulsed with intensity, determined to turn the tide.

Kevin De Bruyne (Current: 91) seemed to find another gear, his passes even more incisive.

Leon found himself in an even more intense battle. He used his 'sight' to predict every move, every combination from City. He saw a 'ghosted arc' from Bernardo Silva (Current: 88), a dangerous pass into the box. Leon lunged, making a crucial interception, deflecting the ball out for a throw-in.

"Leon! That's brilliant!" John McGinn (Current: 84) roared, patting him on the back.

City made changes, bringing on fresh attackers. Phil Foden (Current: 88) entered the fray, adding more pace and trickery to their attack. The pressure on Villa's defense was immense.

Around the 60th minute, Manchester City found their equalizer. A quick passing move, and Phil Foden received the ball just inside the box.

Leon saw the 'leg-and-ball' projection, a powerful shot coming. He tried to get across, but Foden's shot was too quick, too perfectly placed, finding the bottom corner.

GOOOAL! Aston Villa 2 - Manchester City 2!

Villa Park groaned, then roared its encouragement. The tension was unbearable. Leon felt a fresh surge of determination. This was their Champions League dream. They couldn't let it slip away.

He quickly found Byon (Current: 85) on the pitch. Byon had just received the ball on the wing. He looked up, a serious expression on his face. He hit a powerful shot, but it flew wide.

Byon skidded to a halt near Leon. "That was a proper shot, mate!" Byon yelled, frustrated but also a hint of grudging admiration in his voice. "This is intense, Leo!"

"You know it, Byon!" Leon yelled back, determined. "This is what we live for!"

The game entered its final ten minutes. Both teams pushed for a winner. Leon was utterly exhausted, but his 'Current: 84' felt like it was fueled by pure will.

He was everywhere, breaking up City's attacks, launching Villa's counter-attacks. He saw a 'ghosted outstretched leg' from Rodri (Current: 89), indicating a powerful tackle. Leon sidestepped it, then launched a lightning-fast counter.

In the 88th minute, Leon received the ball just outside Villa's box. He looked up, his 'sight' already scanning the field, anticipating the future.

He saw Ollie Watkins (Current: 86) making a run into City's half. He saw the 'ghosted movements' of two City defenders, Manuel Akanji (Current: 86) and Rúben Dias (Potential: 89, Current: 88), both moving to cover Watkins. The usual through ball was blocked.

But then, Leon saw something else. A complex, almost impossible series of projections. He saw a faint 'ghosted header' from Ollie Watkins, but it wasn't from a cross.

It was from a pass over the top, followed by a 'subtle flick' of the ball into space. And then, he saw the 'ghosted dive' from Ederson (Current: 88), anticipating a power shot.

Leon decided to be audacious. He hit a long, raking pass, not a powerful through ball, but a delicate chip, aimed high over City's defense. It was a pass that looked like it was going nowhere.

"Fischer with a hopeful ball over the top! It looks like it's going out of play!"

But Ollie Watkins (Current: 86), remembering Leon's uncanny calls, trusted him implicitly. He didn't chase the ball with his feet. Instead, as the ball dropped, he leaped, not for a header towards goal, but for a delicate, almost balletic touch.

He flicked the ball backwards with his head, a subtle, unexpected touch that sent it floating over the two bewildered City defenders, landing perfectly into space behind them.

FOOOWSSHH!

Watkins then spun, racing onto the flicked ball. Ederson (Current: 88) rushed out, anticipating a power shot. But Watkins, remembering Leon's previous chip instructions, surprised him.

He gently lobbed the ball, with agonizing slowness, over the diving Ederson.

GOOOOAAALLL!

The net rippled!

GOOOOAAALLL! ASTON VILLA 3 - Manchester City 2!

Villa Park exploded! The sound was deafening, a primal scream of joy and disbelief. Leon collapsed onto the pitch, utterly spent, but a triumphant roar tearing from his throat. Three-two! In the 90th minute! An incredible, audacious, almost impossible assist!.

He had led them. He had made it happen.

The final whistle blew seconds later. Aston Villa had beaten Manchester City! Leon lay on the grass, soaking it all in, tears stinging his eyes.

He had done it. He had taken them to the brink, and beyond. He was Leon Fischer, and he had just secured Champions League football for Aston Villa. This was the pinnacle. This was the dream.

He imagined the Premier League table now, their position.

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