"Hmm, I could have sworn that Summerville was watching the screen just now." Manager Farke commented, his eyes narrowed at the tactical board.
"A-Ah, sorry Boss! I'm watching!" Crysencio Summerville quickly sat up straight, wiping a bit of drool from his lip, feeling embarrassed.
However, he quickly composed himself, flashing a cheeky grin.
"I was just visualizing the next goal, Boss. I'm Crysencio Summerville. I like dancing and scoring bangers. Oh, and my top speed is 36 km/h!" A big smile crawled onto his face and he gave a thumbs up, causing the video analysis room to fall silent.
The silence was broken moments later by muffled laughter throughout the darkened room.
"Okay, okay, very interesting, Cry." Farke tried his best to hold his amusement, choosing to continue down his list of clips.
"Rio Lance."
Rio, who suddenly heard his name, stood up, showcasing his slightly broader shoulders—a result of the gym work—and causing a few whispers around the back row.
