The training ground at Brackel had never seen anything quite like it.
Three days after the DFL-Supercup triumph, the usually quiet facility buzzed with an energy that bordered on chaos.
Journalists lined the perimeter fence like vultures, their telephoto lenses trained on every movement, every gesture, every interaction involving the young Spaniard who had announced himself to the world with a goal that was already being called legendary.
Mateo jogged through his warm-up routine with the same methodical precision he had always shown, but the weight of attention was palpable.
Every touch of the ball was scrutinized, every tactical discussion with coaches was analyzed for clues about his role in the upcoming Bundesliga campaign.
