Connor had been our top scorer in the Millwall game, but Eze was clearly more talented. I could see the threat Connor felt, the worry that he might be replaced.
I saw the way the other lads were whispering, glancing over at Semenyo, who was sitting by himself in the corner, looking small and lost. He was only fifteen, younger than most of the squad, and it showed in his body language. He looked like he wanted to disappear.
"Right, lads, listen up," I said, my voice cutting through the chatter.
"As you know, we've got two new players joining us today. Eberechi Eze and Antoine Semenyo. They're both here on trial, and they're both here to make our squad stronger. I expect you to treat them with respect, to help them integrate, and to make them feel welcome. We're a team, and that means we support each other. Understood?"
