The Spanish national team was buzzing with excitent as they landed in Germany for the big match.
Although sitting in the plane for a while wasn’t the best for their bodies, the players still relished the chance to travel to Germany.
The crisp, cool German air hit them as they stepped off the plane, a sharp contrast to the warmth they’d left back ho.
Izan took his luggage and ca down a flight of stairs. "Ever been to Germany?" Pedri asked as he walked beside Izan.
"Yeah. We played Stuttgart’s u19 team once in the UEFA Youth League. We also played Bayern’s youth team" Izan answered.
"Oh, so you were among the Valencia youth team that won the UEFA Youth League?" Pedri asked. Izan, not wanting to go too much into detail, just nodded.
"Nice resu" Pedri uttered before going ahead. Izan just shook he stared at the forr as he walked ahead.
Izan followed suit and joined the players. Led by captain, Alvaro Morata, the players found themselves on the way to the bus.
Once on board, so of the players shared jokes and stories while others admired the scenery of Germany’s rolling hills and tidy villages as they sped toward Berlin. They couldn’t wait to see the city and explore, but first, they needed rest.
As they pulled up to the hotel, the Spanish team were greeted with a warm welco from the staff. The lobby was elegant, with cosy seating areas and large windows that looked out onto the city.
The players checked in, grabbing their key cards with excitent. They quickly discovered that each room had a view overlooking the famous city square, and the sight only added to their excitent.
After settling in, so players decided to relax in the lounge, where they were served tapas with a German twist, a gesture from the hotel staff to make them feel at ho. Others headed to the gym to loosen up after the flight.
Izan joined the latter group to exercise. He could have used a recovery and conditioning drug to be in his best state but Izan felt that those were too artificial and expensive.
To him, it felt better to do the real thing than to rely too much on the drugs.
As evening fell, the team gathered in the dining area, sharing stories about their team, bringing a lively feeling to the area.
Luis de la Fuente told the players to rest as they would be touring the city the next day.
The night in Germany brought a new atmosphere, but with camaraderie and focus, the Spanish players were ready to experience the culture they also knew the challenge ahead.
The next day, the players woke up, excited for the day ahead. They headed to the dining area to fill their stomachs before going out.
The hotel staff consulted the Spanish nutritionist before making the team breakfast to provide a hearty but healthy breakfast for the players.
The players soon left with the bus as they began their tour in Berlin.
A sunny day in Berlin, where a light breeze added just the right touch to make a perfect city exploration.
The journey began at the iconic Brandenburg Gate, an awe-inspiring structure that has seen centuries of history.
Tourists snapped photos, with the faint sound of street musicians filling the air as the Spanish players marvelled at the landmark that has co to symbolize Germany’s unity and resilience.
Glances were thrown at the Spanish players as they toured the place. A few teenagers approached players like Olmo, who were well-known in Germany.
Players like Morata and Rodri, too, couldn’t escape the eyes of the people around. Izan stared at this thinking how he would soon receive such treatnt.
From there, the trip continued to the Reichstag Building. Its grand architecture, with a striking glass do on top, invites visitors to take a panoramic view of Berlin from above.
The players enjoyed this session the most as they were fond of how the panoramic view of the city.
Izan together with a few players
After taking in the sweeping sights, the players headed to the Berlin Wall morial. Here, travellers reflect on the history of the wall, observing preserved sections that tell the stories of division and hope for reunification. Each mural on the wall holds its own story, a unique perspective on a complex past.
The players were uninterested in this part but they still smiled and listened attentively as Luis de la Fuente seed to shoot lasers out of his gaze when he glanced at them.
A walk along the River Spree brought fresh energy to the day. Locals and tourists alike enjoyed picnics or strolls along the banks, with the shimring river acting as a beautiful backdrop.
Lunch found its place at a traditional German café, with dishes like currywurst and freshly baked pretzels offering a taste of Berlin’s flavours.
The players enjoyed the lunch and the rest as a few of the players were getting tired at this point.
Later, Museum Island was called ho to an impressive collection of art and history in Berlin’s famous museums.
A visit to the Pergamon Museum, with its breathtaking exhibits like the Ishtar Gate, felt like a journey through ancient civilizations.
Afternoon, Alexanderplatz bustles with life, with people gathered around the World Clock, a reminder of Berlin’s connection to the world.
The day winds down in Kreuzberg, a lively neighbourhood full of eclectic street art, charming cafés, and vibrant nightlife.
The players couldn’t enjoy that, though, since Luis de la Fuente called and wouldn’t let them stay around for that.
Who knew what so of the players would do if left alone? The players boarded the bus as they headed back to the hotel.
Dinner followed after the players had freshened up. The trip around Berlin was exciting but it was also tiring.
The Coach dismissed the players earlier after telling them the plan for the next day. Izan sank into the soft bed after talking with his mother and Miranda.
He texted a few people goodnight before succumbing to sleep. The bustle of the night soon died down for Izan who had given his all in sleeping.
Refreshed and revitalised after a good night’s sleep, the players soon found themselves on the grounds of Stadion Wilrsdorf in the Wilrsdorf district of Berlin.
The session was tiring as the Coaches pushed the players to the extre whilst making sure they did not get injured.
Izan perford well as usual, leading the chart in speed and Agility drills as well as placing high in the passing and shooting drills amongst the players.
Luis de la Fuente monitored his newfound treasure with keen attention as he nodded whilst looking at Izan’s information compiled by the analysts.
Izan had just beco the youngest player to make an appearance for Spain as well as the youngest goalscorer and player to make an assist.
And he had done that at just 15 years, 318 days. Luis de la Fuente was very optimistic about Izan and made sure to pay keen attention to him.
The Session ca to a close after a while. The players stuck around for a while before they headed back to the hotel.
The training had also taken its toll so the physio arranged a recovery session for the players to prevent any tense muscle or injuries.
The hours ticked by as the players finished their dinner. A eting in the conference room was what followed after that, as Coach Luis de la Fuente reviewed a few materials with the players.
Most were about how the German team played and how to counter their style while keeping theirs effective.
Luis de la Fuente went about the tactics smoothly, reminding and showing the habits of the opponent team when attacking and defending his players.
After a whole hour and a half, the tactical session ca to an end. The match would start at 6 in the evening so he told the players to prepare for a light session in the morning.
The players groaned as they all knew that the session would be anything but light. Izan, who had just joined the team, had experienced first-hand what Luis de la Fuente ant by a light session.
A few of the players returned to their rooms while the others stuck around. Izan walked around the lobby for a while before finding Pedri and Olmo.
The duo had found a console on which they could play gas to curb their boredom. Since he had nothing better to do, Izan joined them the duo
The trio alternated between so Football gas as well as Racing and fighting gas for a while.
The trio soon returned to their rooms as it was getting late, and none wanted to torture themselves with the light session the following day.
Izan fell to his bed as he tried to get so sleep. That didn’t last long as sounds of paced breathing, soon filled the room.
A/n: Take this[throws the chapter in their faces]. Thanks for the tickets and stones guys. Love y’all
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