"Damn it!" — McCabe's social media
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Late at night, after disembarking from the plane in Poland, the players of the France team dragged their weary bodies onto the bus heading to the base. Many were already too tired, falling asleep as soon as they got on.
Ma'el looked at a few missed calls on his phone and found there were calls from Isabella, Mendes, Bell, and Safina.
He didn't respond right away. It wasn't until he returned to the base, lying flat in the quiet room to rest for a bit, that he picked up his phone.
"It's already the 30th, tomorrow's the 1st, the day after's the 2nd, and then there's the final."
He called Safina first to discuss the upcoming therapy arrangements, "These days your workload may increase, you and Harry need to prepare."
"2-3 sessions of rehabilitative massage a day at a minimum, and 1-2 sessions of low-intensity muscle recovery training, timing completely random."
"Okay." A firm voice came from the other end of the phone, which was reassuring.
