Chapter 117: Medicals and Decisions
Chapter 117: Medicals and Decisions
Tuesday, July 13, 2010
A cold breeze blew across Broadfield Stadium, while the muddy pitches caught the soft morning light breaking through the clouds over Crawley.
Niels arrived early, his boots scraping the gravel as the air smelled of wet grass and morning mist. A quiet energy buzzed inside him, the weight of the day’s tasks sharpening his focus.
Paul Pogba’s medical would take center stage that morning, while Luke Freeman’s loan deal hung in the balance, its outcome crucial. With the fixtures coming soon, these signings could define Crawley’s year.
Niels gripped his notebook, its pages filled with tactical sketches and notes on Pogba and Freeman, their names underlined in red ink potential cornerstones for a squad eager to prove itself.
The roar of the crowd echoed in his chest, even in the quiet moments. It wasn’t just the game; it was everything behind it the sweat, the struggle, the weight of a town that didn’t know how to give up.
Every player on the field wore that fire differently: Max’s relentless grind, Thiago’s flair, Dev’s sharp mind always calculating the next move.
He lingered at the stadium’s entrance, the faint echo of past cheers ringing in his ears. Today was about turning plans into reality, and Niels was ready to drive it forward with everything he had.
The medical bay was a cramped space below the main stand, filled with the hum of machines and the sterile scent of antiseptic.
Paul Pogba entered, his tall frame blocking the doorway, calm but with a quiet tension in his eyes, just a young talent fully aware of the moment’s weight.
Thomas, joined by a few doctors, took control of the room. His Dutch accent sliced through the air as he directed Pogba through a grueling sequence of tests treadmill sprints, flexibility checks, heart rate readings.