The Bayern campus had a different kind of energy that Sunday.
Not frantic. Not loud.
Focused.
It was late afternoon, just past 4 p.m., and the final tactical session had just wrapped up. The players drifted out in small groups, some stretching idly, others walking with drinks in hand, conversations low and relaxed. The real tension—the kind that sat in your chest—hadn't arrived yet.
Not until later.
For now, it was calm
Inside the common area, a few screens were already on.
France vs Portugal.
Third-place playoff.
Background noise.
But still football.
Lukas stood in front of one of the televisions, arms folded loosely, eyes fixed on the screen as the game played out. Around him, a few teammates lingered, watching without fully committing, conversations overlapping with the commentary.
Then—
it happened.
Olise.
He picked the ball up just outside the box, gliding forward with that smooth, almost lazy elegance. One touch to set it. Another to open his body.
