Friday was a day off for Zachary and his teammates. Even the usually no-nonsense Coach Johansen had advised the players to get some rest after playing the last group match the previous day. They could afford to take a break since their quarter-final match against Zenit was—slated for Sunday afternoon.
Zachary woke up late, at 9:00 AM, cleaned up, and had his breakfast. His muscles were tense, and he still felt sullen after the loss the previous day. However, a night of ample rest had settled his mind.
"Zachary, there you are," Magnus called, interrupting his breakfast. "We have to go to the gym with Coach Bjørn."
"Isn't this our day off?"
Magnus smiled ruefully. "Coach Bjorn says it's a day of rest, not a day off. There's a difference. As part of our schedule, we have to do some exercise to recover faster from fatigue."
"At what time are we supposed to head to the gym?" Zachary inquired, in between mouthfuls of his breakfast.
