Alex walked into the training ground on Monday. His ankle was taped. His leg was stiff.
Mark was already there. He was wearing a construction worker's helmet. A bright yellow one. And a tool belt.
"BUILDING THE DYNASTY!" Mark screamed, hammering a nail into... a sandwich.
"Mark," Alex sighed. "Why are you hammering a sandwich?"
"Structural integrity!" Mark yelled. "Also, I am bored. We don't play until Saturday."
"We need rest," Alex said, sitting down carefully.
"Rest is for the weak!" Mark said. "And for people with normal ankles. How is the foot?"
"It is blue," Alex said. "And green. And a bit yellow."
"Like a bruise rainbow," Mark nodded. "Very artistic."
Steve walked in. He looked focused.
"Semi-Final Draw," Steve said. "It is happening now."
He turned on the TV.
The four teams left:
Arsenal.
Real Madrid. (They had beaten Bayern Munich).
Manchester City. (They had beaten PSG).
And... Inter Milan.
Alex looked at the screen.
