Flashbulbs exploded as Adrian walked, alone, into the press conference. His pace was still slower than an ordinary man's, but he reached the table on his own two feet.
"Mr. Stone, do you truly believe you can still compete in the World Cup Qualifiers? Or is this nothing more than a performance to salvage your commercial value?" The reporter's voice was almost lost beneath the shutters, but the malice in it came through clearly.
"You'll find out after the match." Adrian adjusted the microphone.
"Some say you're refusing to retire because you can't accept the fact that you're crippled." Another reporter rose. Trevor Lansing. "How would you respond to that?"
"The pitch will give you the answer." His expression didn't change.
"And can your body actually withstand a full match? Will you co
