The stadium was filled with people. There was not even a single seat left unattended and those here clapped and cheered even before the watches had started.
Olivier looked at the atmosphere from the V.I.P. section he was currently sitting in. This was not the first time he was sitting in the section, but this was the first time he would not be participating in this competition.
Back when he had been a coach, Olivier had been busy analyzing all these matches to prepare the date for the main match. But now, that was no longer the case.
"Hey Olivier, when will this tournament start? I am getting bored."
Unlike Olivier and other fans who enjoyed the pre-match atmosphere, Natasha did not seem to feel the same. She was yawning the whole time.
It made one wonder why she had even bothered with these costly tickets in the first place.
