16. Back With the Boys

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As Francesco walked away, he felt the immense pride of having earned Wenger's trust and the responsibility that came with it. Today's achievements fueled his motivation, but he knew there were no shortcuts to success. He would have to give everything he had, both on and off the field, to meet Wenger's expectations.

After a week of intense training with the first team, Francesco returned to Hale End with a newfound confidence and a sense of purpose. Walking into the training ground felt different this time; he had tasted the level of the big leagues, and the experience left him eager to keep pushing himself further. As he entered the facility, he immediately sensed a shift in the atmosphere. His U18 teammates greeted him, but there was a distinct undercurrent of envy and curiosity in their glances. Some nodded, others offered polite smiles, and a few couldn't resist sending a quick look up and down, as if to measure what set him apart from them.

Francesco understood their reactions; he would probably feel the same way if one of them had been given the opportunity to train with the first team. But instead of feeling uncomfortable, he took it in stride, determined to stay humble and use his experience to push himself and his team forward.

As he made his way to the pitch, he spotted Coach Smith standing by the sidelines with his arms crossed, watching the young players warm up. When the coach noticed Francesco's arrival, his face broke into a welcoming grin.

"Welcome back, Francesco," Coach Smith greeted him, extending a hand. "So, how was it training with the big boys?"

Francesco shook his hand, smiling. "It was amazing, Coach. The speed, the skill, the way they read the game—it's on a whole different level. I learned a lot."

Smith chuckled, nodding as if he had expected that answer. "I'm sure you did. There's no better way to improve than to see the standards you're aiming for. So, tell me, what was the biggest difference between them and us 'little ones' over here?"

Francesco paused, considering his answer. "I think it's the intensity and precision. Every pass, every movement, every decision is calculated and has a purpose. They're always a step ahead, constantly analyzing the game. And the way they communicate, both verbally and non-verbally—it's like they're all connected. I realized that every little thing matters, and the smallest mistakes can make a big difference."

Coach Smith nodded approvingly. "That's a good observation. And you're right; the level of detail is what separates the great players from the good ones. That's what I want you to bring here. Not just to improve yourself, but to set an example for the others."

Francesco felt a surge of pride and responsibility at Smith's words. "I'll do my best, Coach."

Smith placed a hand on his shoulder. "That's the spirit. Remember, Francesco, the real test is consistency. It's not about one great week; it's about what you do every day. Now, go on, warm up with the others. We've got a lot to work on."

Francesco joined his teammates in the warm-up drills, feeling the curious eyes on him, especially from his closest teammates like Jack and Liam, who couldn't help but sneak glances at him. During the drills, Francesco made an effort to stay focused and maintain the pace he had adopted with the first team. His touch was sharper, his awareness heightened, and he constantly reminded himself to stay disciplined with his movements.

At one point, Jack sidled up beside him during a sprint. "So, what's it like up there? Is it true that Giroud's headers are unstoppable?"

Francesco chuckled, nodding. "Yeah, Giroud's headers are insane. His timing is perfect, and he has this way of finding space even when it feels impossible. But honestly, the whole team's incredible. Playing with Özil was like watching magic in real time."

Liam, jogging on his other side, raised his eyebrows. "Özil, huh? No wonder you look different. It's like you've come back with a new fire. Bet you're ready to leave us all in the dust."

Francesco shook his head, grinning. "Nah, nothing like that. I just want to work harder and help us all get better. Training with the first team showed me how much potential we have if we put in the effort."

Coach Smith, who was observing the players closely, blew the whistle, signaling the end of warm-up and calling the team into a huddle. "Alright, everyone," he announced, his gaze sweeping over the players. "Today, we're doing a series of tactical drills and then a full-field scrimmage. Francesco, I want you to lead a few of these exercises. Show us some of what you've learned."

Francesco felt a surge of responsibility as he stepped forward. Leading his teammates was new, and he knew the best way to make an impact was by sharing the intensity and focus he had experienced. "Alright, let's start with positioning drills," he said, gesturing to specific zones on the field. "One of the things I learned is that you have to treat every moment like it counts. In the first team, no one waits for instructions. They're already moving and reacting to what's happening around them."

The team listened, a mix of interest and curiosity on their faces. Francesco guided them through drills on positioning, emphasizing how critical timing and anticipation were. As they went through the exercises, he noticed the gradual shift in his teammates' focus, and he felt a sense of pride in being able to lead them.

During the scrimmage, Coach Smith kept a close eye on Francesco, observing how he applied his experience from the first team to the game at Hale End. Francesco's play was sharper and more decisive; he moved with a renewed sense of purpose, finding spaces others overlooked, intercepting passes, and creating opportunities.

As he connected passes and coordinated with his teammates, Francesco could see their intensity rising. His teammates began stepping up, challenging themselves to match his pace, and Francesco noticed the slight smiles of approval from Coach Smith as they all raised their game.

Toward the end of the scrimmage, Francesco found himself with the ball just outside the penalty area. He could feel the pressure from two defenders closing in, but he maintained his composure, just as he'd seen from the senior players. With a quick shift, he feigned a shot, sending both defenders off-balance, before sliding a precise pass to Jack, who was unmarked near the goal. Jack didn't hesitate, driving the ball into the back of the net.

"Great play, Francesco!" Jack shouted, his face lighting up with excitement. The other players applauded, recognizing Francesco's skill and the teamwork involved.

Coach Smith blew the final whistle, bringing the session to a close. The players gathered, catching their breath, and Smith addressed them. "Good work today, everyone. I'm pleased to see the progress you're all making. And Francesco," he turned to him with a nod, "you did well today, both in your game and in how you supported your teammates."

Francesco nodded, grateful for the acknowledgment. "Thanks, Coach. I'm just trying to bring what I learned back here."

Coach Smith placed a hand on his shoulder again. "And that's exactly what we need. Remember, training with the first team is a privilege, but it's also a responsibility. What you bring back here is what helps elevate everyone else."

As they all filed off the field, Jack and Liam walked alongside Francesco. "So, when's your next chance to train with the first team?" Liam asked, grinning.

Francesco shrugged, but his eyes were bright with determination. "Coach Wenger said he'd call me back up when I turn sixteen. Until then, I'm just going to keep working hard."

Jack slapped him on the back, laughing. "We'll hold you to that. Just don't forget about us when you're famous."

Francesco chuckled, shaking his head. "I'm not going anywhere. We're a team."

As they changed and prepared to head home, Francesco felt a renewed sense of belonging. He had seen what awaited him at the top level, but he also understood the importance of the foundation he was building here with the U18s.

After an intense day of training, Francesco pedaled his bicycle home with a contented sense of exhaustion. The cool evening air brushed against his face, and he replayed the day's events in his mind, particularly the feeling of stepping up as a leader for his teammates. It felt surreal that he was now seen as an example for the rest of the squad. As he neared his house, he spotted his mother, Sarah, watering the flowers in the front yard.

"Hey, Mum!" he called, waving as he pulled into the driveway.

Sarah looked up, a warm smile spreading across her face. "Hi, sweetheart! How was training today?"

"It was great," Francesco replied, parking his bike. "Coach had me lead some of the drills, and we did a scrimmage. I feel like I'm getting better every day."

Sarah's eyes sparkled with pride. "I'm so happy to hear that. Go take a shower—dinner will be ready soon. Your dad just got home too."

Francesco nodded, heading inside and straight to the bathroom. The hot water felt wonderful, washing away the soreness from his muscles and leaving him feeling refreshed. When he finished, he dressed in comfortable clothes and went downstairs, where he found his father, Mike, just settling down in the living room with a newspaper.

"Hey, Dad!" Francesco greeted him cheerfully.

Mike looked up and grinned. "There he is! The rising star. How was your day, champ?"

Francesco chuckled, feeling slightly bashful. "It was good, really good. Coach had me lead the team in some drills and stuff, and it went pretty well."

Mike gave him an approving nod. "That's what I like to hear. Keep working hard and stay grounded, alright?"

"Of course, Dad," Francesco promised, smiling.

Sarah's voice called from the kitchen. "Dinner's ready!"

They gathered around the table, and Francesco felt a wave of gratitude wash over him as he looked at his parents. The meal was delicious, and the conversation light and relaxed. His parents asked about training, school, and his thoughts on the Liverpool match coming up. Francesco answered each question, sharing his excitement for the match and the chance to test himself against another strong team.

After they finished dinner, Francesco excused himself and headed to his room, feeling the day's fatigue settling in. He lay on his bed, sinking into the covers, and let his thoughts wander to the challenges ahead. It wasn't long before his eyes grew heavy, and he drifted into a deep, restful sleep.

The next morning, Francesco woke early, feeling refreshed and ready to start the day. After a quick shower, he headed to the kitchen for breakfast. His mother had prepared his favorite—scrambled eggs and toast, with a side of fruit. He ate quickly, eager to get to school and then back to training afterward.

Once school ended, Francesco made his way back to Hale End. He could already feel the anticipation building; he knew Coach Smith would be preparing them for the upcoming match against Liverpool's U18 team. The game would be a significant test of their skills, and he was determined to be at his best.

At Hale End, Francesco changed into his training kit and joined his teammates on the pitch, the familiar scent of freshly cut grass invigorating him. Coach Smith gathered the team, his expression serious but focused.

"Alright, everyone," Coach began, "we've got three days until the match against Liverpool's U18. This is a chance for us to show just how far we've come, but it's going to take focus, discipline, and every bit of skill you've been building. Today, we'll be working on positioning and pressing drills, and I expect full intensity. Francesco," he turned to him with a nod, "I want you to keep leading by example out there. Show them what you've learned."

Francesco nodded, feeling the weight of responsibility but also a spark of excitement. "Yes, Coach."

They launched into the drills, and the entire team could feel the pressure ramping up as Coach pushed them to perform. They practiced quick transitions, pressing high up the field, and working as a cohesive unit to close down space. Francesco moved with purpose, his mind constantly ticking over every action and adjustment he'd seen with the first team, trying to apply it in every moment on the field.

After an intense first hour of training, Coach split them into groups for a scrimmage, challenging them to apply everything they'd been drilling into a match scenario. Francesco's team faced off against Jack's, and right from the start, the pace was electric. The upcoming match against Liverpool had clearly lit a fire under everyone; his teammates were pushing themselves to new levels, driven by the chance to show what they could do against such a renowned opponent.

As the scrimmage played out, Francesco found himself navigating the field with greater precision. He coordinated with his teammates, directing their movements and encouraging them to stay sharp. When Jack managed to get past one of their defenders and line up for a shot, Francesco rushed in, blocking the angle and forcing him to pass instead. Francesco's team regained possession, and he quickly orchestrated a counter-attack, sending a sharp pass to Liam on the wing.

Liam sprinted down the field, and with Francesco's guidance, they maneuvered past the opposing defenders, ultimately setting up a scoring opportunity that they capitalized on. Coach Smith blew the whistle, calling a brief break, and clapped his hands, visibly pleased with their efforts.

"That's what I want to see!" he said, his voice filled with pride. "Keep this up, and we'll be ready for Liverpool. Francesco, excellent positioning out there."

Francesco nodded, catching his breath as he wiped the sweat from his brow. He could feel the improvement, not just in himself but in the team as a whole. Everyone was more focused, more determined, as they geared up for the upcoming challenge.

After the break, they went through several more drills, fine-tuning their set pieces, communication, and defensive formations. Francesco knew every drill, every minute spent pushing himself, would matter in the upcoming match. As the session wrapped up, he felt a mixture of exhaustion and satisfaction. The day had been grueling, but he was ready for more.

Coach Smith gathered them one last time before they wrapped up. "Great work today, everyone. I want you all to get a good night's rest because tomorrow, we're going to work on game scenarios. Liverpool isn't going to go easy on us, and I don't want us to back down from the challenge. Let's show them what we're made of."

As they headed off the pitch, Francesco felt a renewed sense of determination. Training with the first team had given him a taste of the next level, and now, with the Liverpool match approaching, he was more driven than ever to apply what he'd learned and lead his team to victory.

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Name : Francesco Lee

Age : 15 (2014)

Birthplace : London, England

Football Club : Arsenal U18 Team

Championship History : None