Gruesome Training

Alright boys, our next opponent is Barcelona. 

Inside the training ground, Tom stood in the center of all the Manchester United under-sixteen players who had formed some sort of a circle around him. They were all very focused as they stared at him, waiting for the next words to come out of his lips. The atmosphere was tense, and even the slight breeze that swept through the field did nothing to ease the weight of expectation in the air. 

"And as you all definitely know, they're not going to be an easy opponent." Tom walked away from the enclosure of the players and stared at one of the two goalposts on the field. His hands rested on his hips as he let his words settle in. He knew that every single one of them was aware of Barcelona's quality, but there was a difference between knowing and truly understanding the challenge ahead.