Saturday, 22nd March, 2025.
The sun had barely risen when the team bus rolled out of Frankfurt. The soft hum of the engine mixed with the low chatter of players as they settled into their seats for the three-hour trip to Dortmund. A few were asleep, others listening to music, some scrolling through their phones.
Lukas sat by the window, hood over his head, watching the early morning mist drift across the autobahn. Next to him, Adeyemi leaned back in his seat with a grin.
"So, Mr. Frankfurt, how does it feel heading to my home ground?"
Lukas smiled. "You mean the stadium I'll be scoring in tomorrow?"
"Wow," Adeyemi laughed. "You really said that with confidence. You're lucky you weren't part of the team that came to Dortmund at the beginning of the season. You won't be able to experience the full force of The Yellow Wall until next season."
"Oh that's right. When I played against you it was in Frankfurt. I remember that game. It was my third appearance and first start."
