Chapter 19 – The Space Between Applause
April rains returned to Lisbon like a memory—soft, cold, familiar.
Jota woke early, as usual. But something about the day felt different. The sun tried to peek through the clouded sky, and the pitch outside shimmered with dew, like silver veins crossing green skin. He sat on the edge of his bed, letting the silence of the morning settle into his lungs.
The Barcelona match had changed something. Not just on the outside—where people stared longer, where coaches whispered his name with a certain weight—but inside him, too. Something had shifted.
He wasn't chasing anymore. He was being watched.
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"Double session today," Coach Nuno said after breakfast. "Morning tactics. Afternoon inter-squad match. Everyone needs to bring tempo. Intelligence. Identity."
Jota nodded. Bruno rolled his eyes playfully. "Here we go."