La Masia (2)

As the car came to a stop, Sergi turned to Jerry with a small smile. "Follow me, please," he said, pushing the door open and stepping out onto the pavement. Jerry nodded briefly before following him, taking a deep breath as he emerged from the car. The air was crisp and fresh, carrying with it the scent of freshly cut grass and the faint aroma of sweat from players who had been training for hours. 

As they began walking, Jerry's eyes darted around, drinking in the sights of the legendary Barcelona training facilities. The buildings stood tall and proud, adorned with the club's signature colors and crest. A few staff members were milling around, engaged in various tasks, but what truly caught his attention was the action taking place on the training pitches. He had to blink a few times to make sure he wasn't dreaming. His heart nearly stopped beating for a second when he realized that he was watching the first team train in real-time.