"Look around you, kid."
Willian raised his head, brushing his bangs away from his sweaty face. His dark eyes scanned the field, stopping at each teammate.
They were motionless, scattered, but the message was clear. Javier had his hands on his hips, staring at the ground, as if silently going over Willian's harsh words.
Simon stood with his arms crossed, a slight frown on his forehead that showed dissatisfaction.
Even Ethan, who normally didn't care about anything but himself, seemed divided, biting the corner of his mouth in discomfort.
Willian felt a slight tightening in his chest, but his expression remained firm. He believed in what he was saying, in the cold, objective logic that had always guided him. "Work comes first," was the mantra he had repeated to himself ever since he had played.
Lucas took a step back, still facing Willian, but then turned around, showing his back to the striker.
