Intro. Some time ago he had arrived in Spain to train at Real Madrid. European football was a completely new universe, filled with frenetic pace and impeccable technique that left him amazed and, at the same time, challenged. Every move on the field seemed to be an art in itself.
"It's challenging... but I can handle this, it's just what I need."
He murmured as he exhaled a deep sigh, letting the heavy air of the Spanish sunset surround him. He was sitting on a bench at the training ground, the gentle breeze caressing his sweat-soaked hair. His body felt exhausted, but his mind wouldn't stop spinning. Solitude was his only company at that moment. It was difficult for him to connect with the guys on his team; Their group laughter and lively chat always seemed out of reach.
"Who needs friends, anyway?"
He said with a tone full of sarcasm, while his gaze was lost in the reddish horizon. Although