Chapter 209: A Night in Florence
The plane landed smoothly in Florence. As the engines quieted, a soft buzz of excitement filled the cabin.
When the doors opened, warm air drifted in much gentler than the cold, damp weather they had left behind in England.
The air smelled different too, like herbs and the distant energy of a busy city.
Everything felt new, and a little magical.
The bus ride from the airport was quiet. Niels watched his players closely.
They were deep in unfamiliar territory now rolling through the Tuscan hills, with cars zipping past them in that fast, fearless Italian way.
Most of the players looked out the windows. Some were wide-eyed, taking in the new surroundings. Others looked serious and focused.
Even with everything unfamiliar outside, they stayed close as a team, united by a shared goal.
Soon, the bus pulled up in front of the hotel.
The team hotel was modern and efficient, a clean, quiet space designed for short stays and sharp focus.
