Fifa 22 -

Zen’s face went pale. “That’s not possible. The keeper’s AI doesn’t… it can’t move like that.”

“You never beat me,” Jude said quietly. “You just had the better cheat.” Fifa 22

When he emerged, blinking, into the grey London morning, his thumbs were blistered, but his eyes were clear. He had a single message ready for Zen’s management team. Zen’s face went pale

Alfie, who had never scored a goal in 184 simulated matches, rose like Cristiano Ronaldo. His header was a missile. Top corner. 3-2. “You just had the better cheat

“Rematch. Winner takes all. No rules.” The rematch was held in a converted warehouse in Shoreditch. No crowd. Just two gaming rigs, a projector, and a single referee. The prize was a duffel bag of cash—Zen’s sponsorship bonus vs. the Okonkwo family savings.

The final whistle didn’t just blow; it screamed. A sound that cut through the rain, the roar of 90,000 people, and the frantic thumping of Jude’s own heart.