The first team locker room was empty and dark. He was the first one there. He was forty five minutes early even for Bastian.
He sat at his locker, number 38. He just... sat. He looked at his new black boots. He looked at the professional kit laid out for him.
The door opened.
It was Bastian. The giant German walked in, his footsteps like small thunderclaps in the quiet room. He did not look surprised to see Alex.
"Professor," Bastian grunted. He was already pulling off his jacket. "You are early."
"You said on time is late," Alex said, his voice a little shaky.
"Good," Bastian said. He sat at his own locker. "You are learning. Now, you must learn something else."
He looked at Alex. His eyes were very serious.
"You are starting on Saturday," Bastian said.
"I know," Alex breathed. "I am... I am nervous."
"Do not be nervous. Be angry," Bastian said.
Alex blinked. "Angry?"
