When the sun rose from the east on a new day, Bale opened his eyes and woke from his sleep. After he saw clearly where he was, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.
This was the team's dormitory, not the inside of some cheap brothel in Amsterdam's red-light district.
He'd had the same dream the entire night that the boss knew he had walked around in Amsterdam's red-light district. The boss hadn't lost his temper, but seeing his disappointed expression was nothing short of a nightmare for Bale.
He had dreamt that he had been kicked out of the training base in Volendam. That he had to pack his bags and take a flight alone back to the United Kingdom. Then he was surrounded at the airport by endless media, hostile and gleefully raising a variety of embarrassing questions as they laughed at him.
He was surrounded by mocking laughter, unable to move or breathe… until he woke up.
