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Squad Numbers

The sun was shining brightly as Marcus made his way to the training ground the following morning. There was a buzz of excitement in the air; the players knew today was an important day. Coach Anderson had hinted at big news, and everyone was eager to find out what it was.

As the team gathered on the pitch, Coach Anderson stood before them, holding a clipboard. "Alright, everyone, listen up. We've got some exciting things to discuss today. First, I want to talk about the Papa John's Trophy. This is a fantastic opportunity for you all to gain valuable experience and showcase your talents against some tough competition. We'll be competing against other Under-21 teams and senior teams from League One and League Two. This will be a big test for us, and I expect everyone to give their best."

The players murmured among themselves, the excitement palpable. Marcus felt a surge of determination. The Papa John's Trophy was a chance to prove himself on a larger stage.

Coach Anderson continued, "Now, on to squad numbers. I've thought long and hard about this, and I've made my decisions based on your performances in training and your potential. Harvey, you'll be wearing the number 10 shirt. Marcus, you've got number 22."

There was a round of applause as Coach Anderson handed out the shirts. Harvey looked elated, his smile wide as he accepted the number 10 shirt, a prestigious number in any team. Marcus felt a swell of pride as he took his shirt, the number 22 printed boldly on the back.

Coach Anderson went on to explain their positions on the pitch. "We'll be playing a 4-3-3 formation. Harvey, you'll be on the right wing. Use your speed and dribbling skills to get past defenders and create chances. Marcus, you'll be on the left wing. Your vision and crossing ability will be crucial in delivering the ball into the box."

Marcus nodded, already envisioning himself making runs down the left flank, whipping in crosses for his teammates to score. The responsibility was immense, but he felt ready for the challenge.

Training that day was intense, with the players working on their positioning and understanding the new formation. Coach Anderson focused on the wingers, giving both Marcus and Harvey specific instructions on how to exploit the opposition's weaknesses.

"Harvey, when you're out wide, look to cut inside and use your left foot to shoot. Marcus, I want you to stay wide and deliver crosses. Try to get past the full-back and create space for yourself," Coach Anderson instructed.

The drills were demanding, but Marcus felt more confident with each passing minute. He and Harvey began to form a strong understanding, their movements on the pitch becoming more synchronized.

After training, the Under-18s were given a treat as the senior team took to the pitch for their final practice session before the Premier League season kicked off that weekend. The young players watched in awe as their senior counterparts moved with precision and skill.

"Look at them," Marcus said to Harvey, nodding toward the senior players. "That's where we want to be."

Harvey nodded, his eyes focused. "We'll get there, Marcus. Just gotta keep pushing."

As they watched, Marcus couldn't help but feel inspired. The road ahead was tough, but he was ready to face it head-on. 

Heading back to the locker room, Marcus felt a renewed sense of purpose. The Papa John's Trophy, his new squad number, and the challenge of playing on the left wing – all of it fueled his determination. He was ready to give his all and prove he belonged at this level.

Back at his apartment, Marcus couldn't help but reflect on the day's events. He sent a message to his dad, updating him on the latest developments: "Got my squad number today – 22. Coach Anderson has me playing on the left wing. Feeling good about it. The senior team looks amazing. Can't wait to be there."

Ethan's reply was swift and encouraging: "Proud of you, Marcus. Keep pushing. You'll get there soon enough. One step at a time."

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