Welcome To Malmö FF Youth Academy

As the door shut softly behind Sebastian and his family, a moment of quiet settled over the room. Henrik turned to face Dr. Ekström.

"So... what did you mean by that?" he asked, curious to know what had shocked the doctor so much.

Dr. Ekström was still peering at the tablet in his hand, eyes scanning the data. He let out a soft breath, almost a laugh, and finally looked up.

"That boy, Sebastian. He is incredible. His physique is unlike anything I have ever seen for a boy his age."

Henrik tilted his head slightly. "Go on."

The doctor turned his face back to the data on the tablet.

"His stamina is off the charts, and his skeletal mobility is top tier. His joints, pelvic alignment, posture, everything is in near-perfect balance."

"I also checked his lower body mechanics. The way his hips and knees track and the integrity of his ankle rotation, the way it all lines up. His flexibility and symmetry are elite."

"If I had seen just this data without knowing who he was or his background, I would have assumed he was a seventeen-year-old academy player who has been under structured training for close to a decade."

"But that is not even the insane part." Dr. Ekström gave a short laugh and shook his head.

"What really stunned me were his reflexes. His reaction time, quite frankly, is absurd."

"His neuromuscular response speed is off the charts. I ran some tracking and motion delay tests during the balance and jump phases. His brain-to-limb communication is borderline unreal."

"Honestly, it should not be possible for someone his age or build. I have never seen numbers like these in a thirteen-year-old. Not even close."

He turned fully from the tablet and looked Henrik in the eye.

"I have not seen him play, but if he is as good on the pitch as you say he is, I would give him three years. Maybe less. And he will be ready to go pro. Who knows, in a few years we might have a world-class player on our hands."

Henrik gave a slow nod, eyes thoughtful, then offered a quiet "Thanks, Doc" before stepping out of the room to rejoin the family.

Outside, he found them waiting just outside the corridor.

"Are you done reading through it?" he asked.

Thomas gave a small smile. "We've read everything, and we don't have any issues with the document."

Henrik nodded, but Thomas then added, "Actually, there is one thing. In the section about performance expectations, there was a clause that mentioned letting a child go if they do not meet certain standards or cannot keep up with training. Could you clarify that?"

Henrik's face turned more serious. He slowed his pace slightly as they began walking back toward the main building.

"Yes, that is a standard part of our contract. This is not a recreational club. We are investing in every boy who comes through our academy, paying for his gear, medicals, travel, meals, lodging, education, coaching, everything. And we do all that because we believe in their potential to become professionals."

He looked over at Thomas, then at Sebastian.

"But this place runs on high standards. We push hard. We expect commitment, discipline, and growth."

"If a player is not progressing, not just struggling but failing to improve due to lack of effort, bad attitude, or simply not meeting the requirements, then we have to make tough decisions."

"It is never taken lightly, and we give support and chances, but this is not a charity organization. Every spot here counts."

He paused a moment, then added more softly, "I hope you understand."

Thomas gave a slow, thoughtful nod. "Yes. We do."

"Alright then," Henrik said, his tone softening again. "Any other questions?"

The family looked at each other and shook their heads. "No. That was it."

"Good," Henrik said, glancing at Sebastian briefly before continuing, "Now one more thing. Have you decided whether Sebastian will be staying in the dorms or commuting from home?"

Thomas glanced at his wife, then at Sebastian.

"We talked about it. We felt it was best for Sebastian to stay in the dorms. It will make everything easier and help him settle in."

Henrik smiled, clearly pleased. "That is a smart choice. He will benefit from being close to the team, to the structure. It is the full experience."

Thomas hesitated before asking, "How often would he be able to come home?"

"There are scheduled holidays and breaks during the year," Henrik explained. "Players are allowed to visit home and spend time with their families during those periods. We will send you the full schedule and all the details once we are done here."

By now, they had reached the main building and stepped through a side entrance. Henrik led them down a polished hallway and into a well-lit media room.

Inside was a neat rectangular desk at the center of the space. A camera stood on a tripod facing it, and behind the desk stretched a large branded backdrop filled with Malmö FF logos. Mixed among them were the familiar Volkswagen emblem and the bold leaping Puma logo, arranged in a clean, repeating pattern. It looked professional, like something off a club press release.

Two staff members were already in the room. A photographer was adjusting the focus of the camera, and another man in a club polo stood quietly near a filing cabinet with a clipboard in hand.

Henrik turned to the family.

"Up next is the contract signing."

He placed the stack of printed documents on the desk and gestured for Sebastian to take the seat at the center.

"Sebastian, you will sit here. Mr. and Mrs. Falk, I will show you where to sign first."

Thomas and his wife stepped forward. Henrik pointed out the pages that needed their signatures and initials. Once they were done, he turned the pages toward Sebastian.

"Now it is your turn. Please sign here."

Sebastian took the pen and leaned forward, writing his name and signature carefully on the line. He sat up straight, eyes forward, as the photographer nodded and readied the camera.

"Alright, let us get this."

Sebastian remained seated, still holding the pen. Coach Henrik stood proudly to his left. To Sebastian's right stood his father with a hand on his shoulder, his mother next to him smiling, and his little sister Sara just beside her, grinning with quiet excitement.

The shutter clicked.

It was done.

Sebastian Falk was officially a Malmö FF academy player.