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Chapter 578: A Fortnight! · Oct 18, 2026

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551 Chapter 551: Misdirection! 2026-10-18
552 Chapter 552: Stripped! [GT - ] 2026-10-18
553 Chapter 553: Breach In The Defense! 2026-10-18
554 Chapter 554: Scrappy Leveler! 2026-10-18
555 Chapter 555: Dissatisfaction! 2026-10-18
556 Chapter 556: A Step Too Far! 2026-10-18
557 Chapter 557: Turned Against Them! 2026-10-18
558 Chapter 558: Limits! 2026-10-18
559 Chapter 559: A Balance! 2026-10-18
560 Chapter 560: A Penalty? 2026-10-18
561 Chapter 561: Level In North London! [GT - !] 2026-10-18
562 Chapter 562: A Stretch! 2026-10-18
563 Chapter 563: End Of A Charade! 2026-10-18
564 Chapter 564: Humourless! 2026-10-18
565 Chapter 565: Just A ”sorry”! 2026-10-18
566 Chapter 566: Just For You! 2026-10-18
567 Chapter 567: Needed Intervention! 2026-10-18
568 Chapter 568: Won’t Be Sitting Ducks! [GT - !] 2026-10-18
569 Chapter 569: The Art Of Appeasing! [GT - !] 2026-10-18
570 Chapter 570: Before We Grow Apart! [GT - !] 2026-10-18
571 Chapter 571: City Strike First! 2026-10-18
572 Chapter 572: At The Break! 2026-10-18
573 Chapter 573: A Surprise Meeting! 2026-10-18
574 Chapter 574: Second Half Advances! 2026-10-18
575 Chapter 575: All Good Things..... 2026-10-18
576 Chapter 576: A Certain Task! 2026-10-18
577 Chapter 577: A Little Time! 2026-10-18
578 Chapter 578: A Fortnight! 2026-10-18
579 Chapter 579: Futures! 2026-10-18
580 Chapter 580: Returnees! 2026-10-18
581 Chapter 581: St. James Park! 2026-10-18
582 Chapter 582: The Magpies [GT - ] 2026-10-18
583 Chapter 583: Taking Reins! 2026-10-18
584 Chapter 584: One Touch Too Heavy! 2026-10-18
585 Chapter 585: A Long Christmas! 2026-10-18
586 Chapter 586: Vitality Stadium! 2026-10-18
587 Chapter 587: Small Club Mentality! 2026-10-18
588 Chapter 588: Charity Case! 2026-10-18
589 Chapter 589: Back To The Wall! 2026-10-18
590 Chapter 590: Back To Winning Ways! 2026-10-18
591 Chapter 591: Fish and Chips! 2026-10-18
592 Chapter 592: Look At You Go! 2026-10-18
593 Chapter 593: Learning Curve! 2026-10-18
594 Chapter 594: New Year’s Wringer! 2026-10-18
595 Chapter 595 - 1st January 2024 2026-10-18
596 Chapter 596: Kick off [Matchday 20] 2026-10-18
597 Chapter 597: Blind To It! 2026-10-18
598 Chapter 598: Again and Again! 2026-10-18
599 Chapter 599: The Wigan Charity! 2026-10-18
600 Chapter 600: Get Through! 2026-10-18

Two weeks had passed since Wigan’s unbeaten run finally came to an end, but that story had long since passed from people’s minds.

December had not even arrived yet, but the morning had already brought an unusually early snowfall to Wigan.

A figure in a dark trench coat hurried through the entrance of the training complex, shoulders slightly hunched against the cold as snow settled across the fabric.

”Ridiculous,” he muttered to himself. ”Snow already, and it’s not even December.”

The figure pushed through the doors and disappeared into the building, leaving a trail of melting flakes behind him.

Upstairs, Dawson stood alone in his office, looking down through the window at the training fields below.

Most of the complex was still quiet.

The grounds were covered in a thin layer of white, though much of it had already been disturbed by the footprints of the groundsmen who had arrived earlier.

Beyond the glass, a lone figure moved across one of the pitches, collecting a ball before placing it down again.

A sharp strike followed and, just like it had been going on for the past half hour, the ball flew into the back of the net.

Dawson watched for another moment before turning and shaking his head.

”It’s early,” he muttered before he looked up and glanced around his office.

He had spent the night there again, something that had become increasingly common whenever the schedule grew busy or was about to.

His jacket was draped over the back of his chair, a half-empty bottle of water sat beside his laptop, and several sheets of paper were still scattered across his desk from the previous evening.

He could leave it for the cleaners that were regularly paid to tidy up the offices, but Dawson never liked leaving his mess for others to clean up, and it had somehow always reflected in his coaching.

The manager sighed, tired and groggy, before beginning to tidy the room.

He stacked the papers, closed the laptop, cleared away the bottle and straightened the few things that had been left out.

Once the desk looked somewhat respectable again, he reached for his coat and slipped it on.

A few minutes later, he stepped into the corridor where the early staff were already beginning to arrive.

”Morning, boss.”

”Morning.”

”Morning, Dawson.”

He returned each greeting with a nod or a brief word as he made his way through the building.

There were still only a handful of people around, the usual bustle of the training ground yet to begin.

Eventually, Dawson pushed through the main doors and stepped outside, and once he did, the cold that was beginning to become common hit him immediately.

He pulled his coat tighter around himself before looking across the complex fields where the same figure was still on the pitch.

Dawson made his way toward it, and as he got closer, the identity of the player became obvious.

Leo.

The latter stood several yards outside the penalty area with a few footballs scattered around him, while several more had already found the back of the net.

Another ball was placed carefully on the grass while Dawson approached, and Leo, oblivious to the latter’s presence, took a few steps back.

He breathed in, waited, then struck through it.

The ball rose over the training wall and dipped sharply toward the upper corner before snapping into the net.

Leo lowered his head for a moment, breathing heavily, and when he turned around, he finally noticed Dawson standing on the edge of the pitch.

Dawson gave a short snort while Leo wiped his mouth with the back of his hand as he tried to catch his breath.

”You’re up early.”

Dawson started walking toward him.

”So are you.”

”Yeah.”

Leo bent down and placed his hands on his knees for a moment before straightening again.

”It wasn’t much fun being alone in the apartment.”

Dawson nodded as though he understood, while his eyes then moved over Leo before returning to his face.

Leo did the same.

His gaze travelled briefly over Dawson’s coat, the tired expression on his face and his general state.

”I guess you slept in your office,” he judged after coming to a conclusion.

Dawson looked down at himself as his hands in his pockets flared a bit before he looked up at Leo.

”Yeah, I did. Is it that noticeable?”

Leo gave him a small smile.

”No, I’m just keen on such things.”

Dawson ignored the comment and looked toward the goal instead, where there were several footballs sitting in the back of the net, most of them gathered around the same area.

”Judging by the shots you’ve been taking,” he said, ”I’d say the leg’s feeling better.”

Leo glanced toward the net before nodding.

”Yeah, it is,” Leo said while swinging his leg a bit as if to show Dawson.

”I can play without worrying about it.”

Dawson nodded once and then looked around.

”Good,” he said and turned away, starting back toward the main building where the parking lot was.

”Don’t stay out here too long, though,” he added as Leo looked at his retreating back.

”It’s cold.”

Leo glanced around at the snow covering the pitch and nodded.

”I noticed.”

Dawson gave him a look over his shoulder.

”Go home when you’re done.”

”Yeah.”

Dawson continued walking, eventually disappearing toward the parking area.

Leo watched him go for a few seconds, and then he looked back at the goal.

There were still a few balls left.

”A couple more,” he muttered to himself and then moved to place another ball down.

A few minutes later, he finally called it a morning.

Leo walked toward the sideline, changed out of his boots into his slides and picked them up before making his way toward the parking lot.

His car was waiting where he’d left it.

He unlocked it, threw his boots into the back and climbed inside.

The engine started quietly, and Leo sat there for a moment, letting the heater begin to warm the interior before pulling away from the training complex.

The roads were still relatively quiet, despite the time suggesting it should not be so, but Leo could understand.

Even he had had trouble with the cold when he had tried to get out of his sheets.

Snow had settled along the edges of the pavement, and the occasional car passed in the opposite direction as Leo made his way through the morning traffic.

He kept one hand on the wheel while the other rested near the centre console, his attention fixed on the road ahead until the training ground gradually disappeared behind him.

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