Afternoon the next day, 12th April.
Rain drifted sideways across the ProfiCamp training ground, a thin mist that clung to hair, jackets, and the bright red bibs scattered around the pitch. It wasn't heavy enough to force a cancellation, but it was annoying — that persistent kind of drizzle that made the grass slick and the ball skip faster than expected.
In the centre circle, a lively rondo was underway. Koch and Kristensen occupied the middle, both crouched low, arms out, trying to anticipate the next pass. Larsson received the ball from Collins, took a touch, and immediately shifted it to his left where Lukas was already adjusting his body shape.
Koch darted forward to press him.
He shouldn't have bothered.
