Chapter 148: The Price of a Secret

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Chapter 148: The Price of a Secret Chapter 148: The Price of a Secret Tuesday, 5 October, 2010 The weight of yesterday’s training still clung to the air like a storm that hadn’t quite passed. As Dev stepped onto the training ground that Tuesday morning, his eyes immediately caught Niels silent, motionless standing by the entrance to his office, as if he’d been waiting. Niels met his gaze with an expression that was both grave and unreadable. He didn’t say a word just gave a slight nod and motioned for Dev to follow him inside. Dev’s heart sank, a wave of cold dread creeping over him. He had known this conversation was inevitable, but the weight of it hit harder than he’d expected. Inside the small, orderly office, the air felt oppressively still. Niels didn’t take his usual place behind the desk; instead, he leaned against it, arms crossed a stance that spoke not of authority, but of confrontation between equals. "Close the door, Dev," Niels said, his voice low but firm. "We need to talk about what happened yesterday." Dev shut the door behind him and hovered near the desk, his hands restless at his sides. "I’m sorry, Coach," he said quietly. "I was just... off my game yesterday." Niels shook his head slowly, a flicker of disappointment crossing his eyes. "Don’t insult my intelligence, Dev. And more importantly, don’t insult yourself. A few weeks ago, you were a player learning how to be part of a team. But yesterday? You weren’t present. You were on that field, but your head was somewhere else. You weren’t playing for the fans, or for the team. You were playing for someone else. Someone watching." Dev’s mind raced. How could Niels know? Had Max said something? Something specific? Panic surged through him a sharp, cold wave of dread. He felt exposed, foolish. He’d tried so hard to play it cool, to bury the truth beneath routine and silence. But clearly, it had been written all over him. "I don’t know what you mean, Coach," he said, the lie sounding thinner than he’d hoped. "Yes, you do," Niels replied, his voice low but edged with steel. "Max knows exactly what a player looks like when his focus slips. He’s seen it a hundred times before. A Champions League club. An official offer for the January window. It’s not a secret anymore, Dev. And honestly, it shouldn’t have been, from the start." The words hit Dev like a crushing body check. His carefully built wall of silence shattered, leaving him completely exposed. "I... I was told to stay focused," he stammered, the words rushing out before he could stop them. "My agent told me not to let it distract me. Said it was for my own good." "And did it work?" Niels asked, his voice rising just a little. "Look at the mess you made yesterday. Your mind was wandering somewhere else, so much that you missed a crucial pass from your captain. That’s not what a team player does, Dev. That’s someone who’s lost sight of why we’re here. You used to be a player now you’re seen as an asset. That’s the difference. Conversations like this... they make young players forget one important thing: football isn’t played in a boardroom. It’s played on the pitch, with eleven men all fighting for the same badge." Dev’s head hung low. He couldn’t deny it everything Niels was saying was true, and the shame burned deep. He thought back to the quiet pride he’d felt on the bus after the Gillingham win, the shared sense of accomplishment among the team. That feeling was real and solid unlike the hollow ambition that had taken over him yesterday. "We worked so hard to rebuild our unity," Niels said, his frustration now clear. "We finally found our rhythm. And you, Dev, you’re a key part of that rhythm. But yesterday? You were unfocused like a zombie out of sync in an orchestra." He paused, letting the words sink in. "That can’t happen again. We’ve got a tough match against Bristol Rovers this weekend, and we need every player completely focused. No distractions." He straightened up, his tone shifting from disappointment to something more resolute. "So, here’s what’s going to happen. You’re not starting against Bristol Rovers this weekend." The words hit Dev like a shockwave. His head snapped up, sharp pain flashing through him, as if he’d been struck. "What? But... Coach, I’m the one who..." "Exactly," Niels interrupted, his voice steady and firm. "You’re the one who scored in Germany. The one who made the winning pass against Gillingham. The one with a major club watching your every move. But you’re also the one who’s completely lost his focus. We can’t have that. This team needs players who are one hundred percent committed to the here and now not chasing a dream of what might happen in January." Dev swallowed hard, the weight of Niels’s words sinking deep. His throat tightened, and for a moment, he struggled to find his voice. Dev felt guilty and frustrated. Part of him wanted to argue and defend himself, but he couldn’t deny the truth. "I... I didn’t realize it looked that bad," he finally admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. "I thought I was handling it. I thought I could keep both in check." Niels walked over to his desk, grabbed the tactical whiteboard, and began sketching out a formation. "This isn’t a punishment, Dev. It’s a choice. You can sit on the bench, clear your head, and support the team from the sidelines like the teammate you are. Or you can let this get to you, you can sulk, you can blame me. But only one of those choices will get you back on that pitch." He set the whiteboard down and locked eyes with Dev, his gaze sharp and unyielding. "Your agent told you to stay focused and that’s exactly what I’m telling you now. Focus on the team. Focus on Crawley. Because if you can’t be the player this team needs, then you’re not ready for anything bigger." After a pause, Niels softened his tone and looked Dev directly in the eyes. "Listen, I know you’re talented, there’s no doubt about that. You’re meant for bigger things, and I believe you’ll get there one day. But right now, you’re a Crawley Town player. This is your chance to show what you’re really made of. Stay grounded, focus on the team, and give everything you’ve got here. When you do that, the next step will come and I’ll be there cheering you on every step of the way." Dev’s breath hitched, and a sharp pang of guilt tightened his chest. His hands trembled slightly as he struggled to hold back the flood of emotion. For the first time, the full weight of his actions and their consequences crashed over him. "I didn’t want to let anyone down," he said, his voice breaking. "But I was scared. I was so scared that I lost myself. I’m sorry, Coach. I swear, I’ll get back. I’ll be all in. No more distractions. No more excuses." Niels took a step closer, his eyes steady. "Good. That’s exactly what I wanted to hear. Fear is part of the game, but it doesn’t get to control you. You’ve got the skill, and now it’s time to show the strength to match it. We all believe in you, but the most important person who needs to believe is you. Let’s get back to work and prove it." Dev left the office in a daze, the door clicking softly behind him like a quiet closing of a Chapter. The team was wrapping up their warm-ups, and as he stepped into view, the chatter slowly faded. All eyes turned to him some filled with concern, others with quiet curiosity, and then there was Max. The captain met his gaze and gave a small, encouraging nod, a silent message that said: ’I’m with you’. That simple gesture struck Dev harder than any words from Niels. It wasn’t just his coach or captain holding him accountable it was the whole team, standing behind him. The secret he’d carried, once a weight on his shoulders, now felt lighter like a chance to grow and prove himself. The biggest question wasn’t about where he might end up in January. It was about the kind of player he was going to become from this moment on. The match against Bristol Rovers wasn’t just another fixture, it was his chance to prove himself to rise, to grow, and to reclaim his place.

Chapter 148: The Price of a Secret

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