"Hey, Elian," David called from across the table. "You're trending everywhere. 'The Chest of England'—what do you think of that nickname?"
Elian groaned. "Please, no. Let's not make that a thing."
The room erupted in laughter. Even Coach Edward, usually stoic, cracked a smile.
"Enjoy the spotlight while it lasts," David said, smirking. "By the next match, they'll be calling you something else."
Elian rolled his eyes, but he couldn't hide his amusement.
After breakfast, the team had a light training session to recover from the previous day's exertions. Elian jogged around the pitch, feeling the stiffness in his legs ease with each step.
Meta chimed in as he stretched near the goalpost.
"You're in decent shape for someone who spent ninety minutes running like a madman yesterday."
"Thanks, I guess?" Elian replied, shaking his head. "What's the plan for today?"