"Lukas Brandt? The reserve team?" The boy asked as he removed his headphones. "It's nice to meet you, I'm Hugo Larsson."
Hugo took Lukas's hand as they exchanged greetings.
"I know... I've watched you play a lot."
"Since you play for the reserves, you guys probably used our game footage for tactics, right?"
"Yes, exactly."
"Well, welcome. You can put on your training kit, I'll wait for you. Let's head to the training ground together."
"Okay. Thanks."
Lukas moved back to the locker where his training gear was kept and started changing.
* * *
"The pitch feels great," this was Lukas's first thought when he stepped onto the training pitch and lightly stomped his studs into the tuff.
The difference between this pitch and the one used by the reserve team was immediately obvious.
As Lukas and Larsson stepped on the pitch, a few heads turned to see who it was. Those who saw Lukas, kept looking.
"Is he an academy player? What's he doing here? He looks so young."
