Saturday, July 31st, 2022
Demien woke early on Saturday morning and packed his bag carefully—training gear, casual clothes, toiletries, phone charger, headphones.
Luca was still asleep when he left the apartment, so he wrote a quick note and left it on the kitchen counter: Gone to London. Back Monday. - D
The first team bus was scheduled to leave at eight AM, and when Demien arrived at the training complex the other traveling players were already loading their bags into the storage compartment.
The bus itself was luxurious—leather seats, individual screens, plenty of legroom—and Demien found a seat near the middle.
Moretti dropped into the seat beside him with a satisfied sigh. "Much better than the U23 bus."
"Way better," Demien agreed, looking around at the premium interior.
"Remember when we rode that old bus to Como?" Moretti laughed. "Felt like it was going to fall apart."
"And the Fiorentina trip wasn't much better."
"This is the life, man. First team travel."
