93 - Number 7
Lucas, still holding his hand up, slowly lowered it as his gaze fixed on the assistant coach named Alex. The feeling of surprise that Lucas was feeling had also gone through all the other boys — after all, playing against a club like Liverpool, even if it was the under-18s, was a great opportunity.
The shocked silence was broken by Miguel removing the headset from his head and putting it around his neck. "Is that... serious?" he asked, showing interest for the first time in their conversation.
Alex ducked his head a little and smiled. "I'm more serious than ever. I wouldn't joke about something like this. I know that's your sound, and it's mine too."
"Wait a minute... we're going to face Liverpool Under-18s just like that? We're Team-B!" said Arthur, the blond-haired boy. He no longer exuded the same confidence as before. "How...? It makes little sense. Are they just trying to throw us to the wolves?" He looked at Denis and Loki, hoping they would back him up.