"Gentlemen, welcome to the B-Team dressing room!"
The group of players eagerly crossed the threshold with great anticipation. However, their initial enthusiasm slowly dissolved into a mixture of surprise and disappointment. The changing room was... small. The walls were a faded beige, and the room had a faint smell of damp, not exactly unpleasant, but definitely not the freshness you'd expect from a newly assembled facility.
In the right-hand corner, a worn wooden bench, which creaked at the slightest pressure, revealed that it probably wasn't a new piece. On the left-hand side, a row of old iron hangers dangled lazily, some with pieces of adhesive tape holding the frayed ends together.
