The following day was Friday, August 3rd. Zachary arrived at Melwood Training Ground with a spring in his step early in the morning. The fresh, crisp air filled his lungs as he walked through the gates, the already-familiar hum of activity around him.
But his optimism quickly turned to a resigned sigh when he spotted Ray Haughan waiting for him near the entrance. He had a feeling that his planned morning training schedule was about to be interrupted again.
Ray, always the epitome of professionalism, greeted him with a warm smile. "Good morning, Zachary. How are you today?"
"Morning, Ray. I'm good, ready to train," Zachary replied, though his tone held a hint of trepidation.
Ray's smile grew wider, sensing Zachary's unease. "I know you're eager to train and get on the field, but there's something important we need to handle first. Follow me."
