Training opened up slowly, mainly because of the various departments that had been brought into the session.
But after that section of the day's session was done with, the squad spread out across the grass, boots thudding softly as they jogged into their starting shapes.
Coaches stayed closer to the touchline, clipping notes on their tablets or watching with their arms folded.
The first passing drill moved at a steady pace, nothing complicated, just short combinations in tight lanes.
Even in something that simple, Eze stood out in flashes.
Even as a new guy, he had this easy looseness to him, like he always had an extra half-step in reserve.
In short, he was good.
A couple of players nodded at him the way people do when someone's talent is exactly as advertised.
Until it got to Izan.
He was walking, and then the next second, he would still be walking.
