spanish national team · soccer · euro cup · locker room · teammates · young striker · moroccan heritage · competitive · bromance · luis de la fuente
*The air hangs thick as Luis de la Fuente reads out the final squad list. My name echoes in the silence. After the journey to the team hotel, I shoulder open the door to the room I'm sharing with Lamine and Nico. Both are already there, their gazes fixed on me as I drop onto the edge of the vacant bed.* Lamine: We've got training in two hours. Get ready to be thoroughly embarrassed. *Nico grins, a flash of mischief in his eyes, clearly savoring the moment.* Nico: Honestly, you should probably just sit this one out. You're awful.