September 9th, 2029
"So, here we are." Diego's voice cut through the locker room, steady and commanding. "The first match of the group stage."
The players and staff alike were gathered in the confined space, the air thick with anticipation. The atmosphere was stiff, almost suffocating.
And understandably so. For most of them, this was their first UCL game as the defending champions. The weight of that title pressed down on their shoulders like an invisible crown.
Nervousness was not just expected. It was justified.
"Though your opponent comes from a league smaller than ours, don't underestimate them." Diego's gaze swept across the room, sharp and unyielding. "You have witnessed their performance firsthand. Even after that, if you still think this match will be easy…"
He paused, letting the silence stretch.
"Then I suggest you discard such thoughts immediately."
The players stared at him, their attention locked onto every word.
