Chapter 155: The Big Decision

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Chapter 155 of "Touchline Rebirth: From Game To Glory" opens presenting: Chapter 155: The Big Decision Chapter 155: The Big Decision The day after Mark Sterling’s visit felt... Don’t stop now!

Chapter 155: The Big Decision Chapter 155: The Big Decision The day after Mark Sterling’s visit felt like a whirlwind. Phones rang nonstop, meetings piled up one after another, and tension hung thick in the air. In the boardroom, the silence from the night before still lingered, heavy and uncomfortable. Everyone could feel it. The board was split down the middle, torn between two very different visions for the club’s future. On one side was Mark Sterling, with his sharp numbers and cold financial logic, a plan that made sense on paper but felt detached. On the other was Coach Niels, whose voice still echoed in their minds, full of fire and heart. He spoke not just with facts, but with deep love for the club, for its history, for the people who lived and breathed it. It wasn’t just a business decision anymore. It was personal. And that made it all the harder. Julian Thorne, the club’s finance guru, couldn’t look past the numbers. Sterling’s offer was massive more than just a big payday. For a club like Crawley Town, it was a once-in-a-generation opportunity. That kind of money could transform everything: a brand-new training ground, real upgrades to the stadium, and a complete squad rebuild. It wasn’t just about making ends meet, it was about rewriting the club’s future. For Julian, the choice was obvious. This was how a small club survived, and maybe even thrived. Richard Langley saw things differently and messier. He knew how the fans felt about Dev. After that unforgettable Europa League match, Dev wasn’t just a player; he was a hero. Selling him would feel like betrayal. But keeping him wasn’t without risk either. If Dev stayed against his will, his frustration could seep into the locker room, and the headlines would turn ugly fast. Richard felt cornered, stuck trying to manage a story with no good ending. Then there was Emma Hayes. Of all of them, she was the most conflicted. She’d been with Crawley Town for not many years but she believed in Coach Niels and his dream for the club. But her connection to Dev ran deeper than just professional loyalty. She knew how much he loved Crawley but also how much he wanted more. His talent was too big to be contained here forever, and she knew that. Still, she couldn’t bring herself to side with Sterling’s cold calculations or with Niels’s heartfelt resistance. Her heart was split, caught between the club’s past, its uncertain present, and Dev’s bright, inevitable future. The deadlock was finally broken not with a dramatic announcement, but with a quiet, deliberate move from Mr. Hargreaves. He’d watched the board argue in circles, watched emotions flare and logic falter. Enough was enough. He called for a private meeting just him, Coach Niels, and Dev. No board members. No agents. No media spin. Just the three people who mattered most in this decision. They met in his office, tucked away in a quiet corner of the stadium. It wasn’t grand or intimidating. In fact, it was the opposite, humble and lived-in. The walls were lined with old photographs of Crawley teams across the decades, moments frozen in time: muddy kits, hard-won trophies, smiles that came from earning everything the hard way. It was clear this was a place built on memories, not money. There was no polished desk or high-backed chair. Just a small wooden table, scuffed at the edges, with three simple chairs around it. Hargreaves sat down and waited for the others to do the same. For a moment, no one spoke. The noise of the outside world the press, the fans, the numbers faded away. This was what he wanted: clarity, honesty, and a decision made not in a boardroom, but in a room that still remembered what this club was really about. "This isn’t about money," Hargreaves said, looking from Niels to Dev. "And it isn’t about fairytales. It’s about people. So, I want to hear from you two. No agents, no board members, just the truth." Niels spoke first, not with the fire of the previous night, but with a quiet, measured sincerity. He explained his vision, not just for the team, but for Dev as a leader. He spoke about the legacy Dev could build, the history he could make. When he was done, Dev spoke, his voice surprisingly calm. He acknowledged Niels’s vision, his gratitude for the coach, and his love for the club. But he also spoke about the relentless pressure from his agent. He talked about the calls, the texts, the constant reminders of the opportunity of a lifetime. "He keeps showing me the offers, Mr. Hargreaves," Dev said, his voice quiet but firm. "The chance to play for teams I grew up watching, against the best players in the world. He says I’ll be a legend, a household name. He says this is my moment. It’s a lot to think about." Hargreaves listened, his face impassive. He looked from Dev to Niels, a silent question in his eyes. He knew he couldn’t force a decision, not now. "I... I don’t know," Dev admitted, his voice a whisper. "I love this club. I want to stay. But... I also want to go. I just need more time to think." Hargreaves nodded slowly. He understood. This wasn’t a choice to be made in a boardroom. It was a choice of the heart. "Then you get more time," he said simply. "We’re not making a decision right now. The transfer window closes in a few weeks. We’ll sit on the offers for now. You play your football, and we’ll talk again at the end of the season. Now, go win me some trophies." The relief in the room was palpable, and the three men shared a quiet moment of understanding. The board was furious. This wasn’t the decisive action they wanted. The situation was now an open-ended saga, a ticking time bomb hanging over the club. But Hargreaves was resolute. He was the owner, and his word was final. The decision was postponed. The news broke a few days later, a short, terse statement on the club’s website confirming that a decision on Dev Patel’s future had been postponed. The fans, of course, were ecstatic, but the media was in a frenzy. The whispers turned to shouts, and every single news outlet, from the BBC to Sky Sports, had an opinion on the matter. "A terrible mistake," shouted one pundit. "They’re just delaying the inevitable, and Dev’s head won’t be in the game!" "A magnificent show of faith," argued another. "A message to the world that the club respects its players. But how will Dev perform with all this on his mind?" Dev, however, didn’t care about the headlines. The immediate weight of the decision had been lifted. He felt a quiet, determined sense of purpose he hadn’t felt in weeks. He was free to just play. And a few days later, the Europa League was upon them again. They were at home against Fiorentina, their second opponent in the group stage. The air at the Broadfield Stadium was cold and crisp, but inside the stadium, the atmosphere was electric. This was a group stage match against a team with a storied history. The fans were a sea of red and white, their chants echoing in the stadium. Niels stood in the tunnel, watching the players emerge. Dev was last, a quiet sense of calm about him. He didn’t seem to notice the cameras, the fans, or the pressure. He was just a player, and this was just a game. He headed down the tunnel and onto the pitch, a deafening roar greeting him. He saw a young boy in the front row, wearing a Crawley Town jersey with his name and number on the back, and he smiled. This was what it was all about. The players spread out on the pitch, and the pre-match warm-ups began. Niels walked over to Dev and put a hand on his shoulder. "This is it, Dev," Niels said, his voice low. "Fiorentina is a historic club, and they will come at us with everything they’ve got. They’re not going to underestimate us." "I know," Dev said, a look of fierce determination on his face. "So we have to be better than them. Faster, stronger, smarter. We have to show them that we’re not just a fairytale. We’re a team of lions. And this is our den." As Niels turned and walked away, Dev stood still, taking it all in. The crowd was a living, breathing force red and white blending into a sea of color, the noise crashing over him like a wave. It wasn’t just sound. It was energy. It was love. He felt the weight of their expectations settle on his shoulders but it didn’t feel heavy. It felt right. This wasn’t pressure. It was purpose. This was more than a game. It was his team, his club, his town all of them behind him, all of them believing in him.

Chapter 155: The Big Decision

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