Chapter 30 – Beneath the Surface
Rain washed over Lisbon for two days straight. Thin curtains of drizzle blurred the academy windows, turning the outside world into a gray watercolor. It was the kind of weather that slowed the world, but not Jota. If anything, it pushed him further inward—into study, into discipline, into thought.
Morning routines didn't stop. If the field was too soaked, they trained indoors. Passing drills in the hall. Cone agility work in the rec room. Tactical theory in the film room. The cold air outside sharpened their senses; the hum of focus echoed inside the walls.
Jota excelled in all three.
He listened more than he spoke. Watched more than he moved. And when he moved, it mattered. Small steps. Subtle feints. Clean passes.
Coach Nuno began pulling him aside more often, asking about player positioning, transitions, game memory. It felt less like questioning—and more like mentorship.