A few minutes after Marco sent the players off for their gear, Leo returned immediately, things already in hand.
"You must be eager," Marco said as Leo approached before settling down on the grass with a little smile, swapping his slides for his boots while the other players trickled back onto the pitch.
By the time they all returned, Leo stood with his boots already laced tight, the new sleeveless training top clinging to his frame.
A faint breeze brushed past as Marco, whistle in hand, stood in front of his twenty-two players, his tone calm but clear.
"Alright, listen up," Marco began, glancing around at the mix of familiar faces and the few new ones, Leo among them.
"Like I said the night you all got here, you'll meet the main coach tomorrow. But that doesn't mean today's a holiday." His gaze sharpened slightly.
