By slide thirty, I could see the energy in the room flagging. Players were shifting in their seats, checking the clock on the wall, exchanging glances that said how much longer? By slide forty, even Nya looked glazed over, his note-taking slowing to a crawl.
When I finally dismissed them ninety minutes after we'd started, though it had felt like twenty to me and probably an eternity to them, Reece lingered behind. He had that look on his face, the one that said he wanted to say something but wasn't sure if he should.
"Gaffer, can I be honest?"
"Always," I said, closing my laptop and rubbing my eyes. They felt gritty, like I'd been staring at screens for days. Which, to be fair, I had.
"That was a lot. Like, a lot lot. I'm not sure how much of it we'll remember when we're actually on the pitch."
I frowned. "It's important information. You need to understand the principles."
