The morning session began not on the pitch—
but in the analyst room.
Rows of seats faced a large screen, the lights dimmed, and the faint hum of the projector filled the silence. Every player in HSV II settled in, notebooks ready, posture sharp.
Coach Soner Uysal stood at the front, arms folded, expression steady but firm.
"We're going to review our last match against Phönix Lübeck," he began, voice carrying across the room. "We'll look at what went wrong—what we must fix before our next game."
A click. The footage rolled.
The match flickered to life—players in blue moving across the field, presses forming, lines shifting.
Julian sat near the center, eyes narrowed, studying each frame.
Even though he hadn't played in that match, he treated every second as a lesson—reading movements, spacing, rhythm.
Soner paused the footage with a sharp tap.
"Right here."
The image froze—midfielders clustered, a passing lane wide open.
