Matchday Dawn
Julian arrived at the HSV Campus by 08:30, travel bag slung over his shoulder, the crisp navy of his HSV jacket catching the morning light. The air carried that matchday hum—half tension, half promise.
He'd already texted Crest and David; both had left early, driving ahead to Emden. They wouldn't miss his first step onto a professional pitch.
"Julian!"
Mageed's voice broke through the buzz. He jogged over, hair still damp from a quick shower, grinning like it was a field trip.
"Ready for the travel?"
Julian smirked. "Of course. Long ride?"
"Hmm… about four hours." Mageed adjusted his own duffel, then leaned in, lowering his voice like he was letting Julian in on a secret. "We'll stop halfway for food. Coach Soner always does."
Julian nodded. "You've been there before?"
