June 21st, 2017
The morning started like every other morning at St. George's Park. I parked the car, grabbed my coffee from the machine in the lobby, and walked into the lecture hall with my notebook under my arm.
The same routine. The same faces. The same smell of fresh coffee and floor polish and the particular kind of quiet that exists in a building full of people who are all trying to concentrate.
But something was different. I felt it before I understood it. A shift in the air. A change in the temperature of the room.
I sat down. Opened my notebook. The instructor began the session on periodisation and planning. I wrote the heading at the top of the page and tried to focus. But I could feel it. The glances.
