The next morning, the sky over London hung in that usual pale gray, making the players even question if the sun ever existed in their part of the world.
At Sobha Realty Training Centre, the annexe of Colney that had just been completed a while ago, a quiet buzz rolled through the corridors as players shuffled toward the indoor complex.
They had their bags slung over their shoulders, the sound of boots and trainers slapping against the polished floor echoing in uneven rhythm.
[MidA/n: Okay, so in real Life, Colney is no longer called Colney but the Sobha Realty Training Centre, but I still kept Colney because it is short and I like that one better.
I decided to mention this because I wanted a different location for what I am about to do in this chapter. Okay, goodbye.]
It wasn't often they got told no outdoor drills today, so the collective mood felt lighter, almost conspiratorial, like kids being let off an afternoon class.
