Alex walked into the training ground on Monday morning. He was carrying a new bag.
It wasn't his usual sports bag. It was a sleek, leather briefcase.
Bastian was already in the locker room, drinking an espresso. He raised an eyebrow.
"Professor," Bastian said. "Are you going to work at a bank?"
"No," Alex said, putting the briefcase in his locker. "It is for my... other job."
"You have another job?" Mark asked, bursting through the door. He was wearing a t-shirt that said SPEED DEMON in neon letters. "Is it secret agent? Are you a spy?"
"I am a student," Alex sighed. "I have A-Levels coming up. History. Math. Physics."
"Boring," Mark said, sitting down. "I am studying... speed."
Jude walked in. He was wearing a t-shirt that just said POWER.
"Morning, team," Jude grinned. "Ready for the trip north?"
"Anfield," Antoine said, shuddering as he walked in. "It is cold. It is loud. It is... unpleasant."
"It is a fortress," Steve said, entering the room.
