In the cafeteria, the first-team players had claimed their usual table in the corner. As Mateo and Lukas approached with their trays, Lewandowski waved them over.
"Sit, sit," the Polish striker said, gesturing to the empty seats. "We were just talking about you."
Mateo raised an eyebrow questioningly as he sat down.
"That pass yesterday," Lewandowski continued, his eyes bright with enthusiasm. "It was perfect. The weight, the timing, the placement. I didn't even have to adjust my stride. It was like you put it on a silver platter for me."
Hummels, sitting across the table, nodded in agreement. "I was watching from the back, and I saw the whole thing develop. The way you drew the defenders, created the space, then threaded that ball through... it was a masterclass in vision and execution."
Großkreutz, always the joker, chimed in with a grin. "Yeah, and then you did it again for the second goal. And then you unselfishly gave Lewy the third. Show-off."
