The sun was just beginning to rise over Valencia, casting a warm golden hue over the quiet streets as Komi's car pulled into the parking lot of the Ciudad Deportiva de Paterna, Valencia's training ground.
The faint hum of the engine ceased, leaving only the soft rustling of nearby trees and the chirping of early morning birds.
Komi glanced at her son in the passenger seat who was staring out of the window, his face set in quiet determination. She reached over and gently touched his hand.
"Why?" she asked, her voice warm but tinged with concern.
Izan shook his head, though his tightly gripped bag told another story. "Oh, nothing. Just… focused," he replied, his eyes not leaving the sprawling training facility ahead.
Komi smiled, proud of her son's maturity. It wasn't every day a 16-year-old carried the hopes of a team, let alone walked into the Wanda Metropolitano to face Atlético Madrid.
