Maddox's eyes flickered toward the players who were currently engaged in the sprint drills. The morning sun was just beginning to burn through the Northcastle fog, illuminating the sweat on the brows of his young squad.
"Who's the opponent? And what's the schedule?" Maddox asked.
"We play Valencia Cantera Elite in the opening match, away at the Estadio Antonio Puchades on the 6th of June. So we're flying to Spain in seventeen days," Teddy replied. "It's going to be televised nationally."
Maddox felt a cold, sharp grin spread across his face. It was the perfect opponent to announce their arrival. Valencia was a name known throughout the world of Terra for producing technical wizards. Their academy was a factory of talent.
But still, he wasn't that arrogant to think they'd easily walk over their Spanish counterparts. Spain's youth systems were built on a foundation of ball retention and tactical intelligence that surpassed almost anything in the English regional tiers.
