It was a bright morning as the team gathered for their usual drills. Sung Min, dressed in his Arscenal training kit, jogged out onto the pristine grass, the cool air refreshing as it brushed his skin. His muscles felt lighter today, his mind sharper. The frustration he'd carried from Italy was slowly turning into fuel.
The team's head coach, Forrester, gathered the players around after their warm-ups, his sharp eyes scanning the group.
"Alright, lads," he began, pacing in front of the team, "we've got a big few weeks ahead. Juventus is just one part of the puzzle, and we've got the league to focus on too. But I know you all are more than capable of handling it."
He turned slightly, his gaze falling on Sung Min, who stood quietly amongst his teammates.
