The training ground was a hive of activity. Balls were flying, whistles were blowing, and Mark was arguing with a drone.
"IT IS SPYING ON ME!" Mark shouted, pointing at the camera hovering above. "IT WANTS MY SECRET PIZZA RECIPE!"
"It is filming your positioning, Mark," Alex said, checking his tablet. "And your positioning is currently 'near the snack table'."
"I am guarding the resources!" Mark insisted.
The season was in full swing. Como 1907 were defending their title. But it wasn't easy.
Juventus had signed Haaland (yes, the robot had come to Italy). Inter had signed Vinicius. Milan had signed... well, they had signed a lot of players.
Everyone wanted to beat the Professor.
Matchday 5. Como vs AC Milan. The San Siro (technically away, but it felt like home).
Alex stood on the touchline. He wore a suit. He looked calm.
But inside, his mind was racing. Variables. Angles. Probabilities.
The game started.
Milan pressed high. Leao was dangerous. Pulisic was sharp.
