''Today we're going to be talking about Dortmund this weekend. And as you may know popular answer for our question is to look out for their striker, Timo Ransmayr.
But Dortmund has many problems that we haven't spoken about yet. And I feel the need to tell you guys what you have to face against.
The first problem is obviously Timo; his scoring ability is up there with the best and he is already on the race of becoming a top scorer after only coming during the mid-season.
Our second problem will be both the defense and the midfield; the midfield has the ability to both be defensive and offensive. Especially with Mussa Kaba dictating it.
They also have their right back Niklas König, who's a very good at organizing the back line.
Keep in mind that both of those players are German u17 representatives. And they are very good at leading players around them.
Dortmund like to play on the front foot and press when they aren't in possession.
Keep in mind, I'm not telling you this to enlist fear in you, but I want you to have an idea who we're playing against.''
The coach walks around the room, looking straight at players. ''You guys know what you'll be facing against them. Once you enter that pitch, you'll be challenged mentally and physical. So we want you to be prepare.''
The whole room is silent, and the coach is the only one that's talking. Whatever the coach said afterward went in through one ear and went out the other for Che.
Che is only focused what's shown on the screen by the coach, and it was a picture of the four that structure the Dortmund u17 team. The coach, Timo, Niklas and Mussa.
Che's mind is filled with chaos, he doesn't know whether to get excited or concerned for what's coming, but he wants to be there. He wants to play that game.
After the meeting the players all gathered at the dining area to eat. Leon arrives there and looks around; Che was nowhere to be found.
''Yo, you know where Che is?''
''I think he's still at the meeting room.''
''Okay thanks.'' Leon goes back to eating on his own.
After eating, it's time for them to leave. Leon looks for Che all over, he can't find him. He goes to look for him at the meeting room and finds Che watching footage of the Dortmund team, his eyes glued to the team.
''Aye man, what are you doing? It's time to go.''
''You can leave without me; I'll take the bus.''
''What are even watching?''
''They're so awesome. They're like one team, look.'' Che says while his eyes still glued to the screen and a smile on his face.
''You're seriously creeping me out man.''
''Look, they're all one. No one is playing for themselves, I see it. Everyone in that team sees what we see.''
Leon looks at the screen, and he sees it. The players on the screen are playing with no flair, no irregularities. Just precision and one touch passes.
Leon also looks at the screen, and now he's glued to the screen. ''Like prime Barca.''
''It's super cool right? Everyone knowing what you see.'' Che smiles now looking at Leon.
The two of them watch the rest of the game as Dortmund display an incredible amount team football. The coach watches the two of them from behind saying nothing. And he smiles.