Returning to De Toekomst with a four-nil away win, most of the Second Team players wore delighted smiles. That mood would carry them through the next few days, right up until their weekend match against Vitesse's Second Team.
This was the opening round of the Youth First Division League.
After they arrived at the training ground, Van Basten announced that the team was dismissed on the spot.
Yang Yang went to the locker room to gather his things. He handed the torn jersey and the dirty clothes he had changed out of to the equipment manager. When he came to training tomorrow at noon, two clean sets of jerseys would be waiting in front of his locker.
It was still early. After tidying up, Yang Yang left the locker room and came to a wall behind the building. He began with juggling using both feet, continuing his training. Once he had warmed up, he practiced against the wall.
Assistant Coach Van Schip had said that Bergkamp had trained against the wall like this when he was in the youth team.
He did not know how long he had been training when Vermaelen's voice suddenly came from behind him.
"See? I told you. He'd definitely be here."
"We just played a match. Aren't you tired?"
Yang Yang stopped and turned around. Vermaelen, Ibrahimovic, and Maxwell were standing behind him. He smiled secretly, said nothing, and kicked the ball straight at them.
"You came at just the right time. I only played thirty minutes, and I still haven't had enough." Laughing loudly, Yang Yang charged at them, and soon the four of them were wrestling together.
"Zlatan, did you get yelled at again today?"
"Bullshit. Do I look like the kind of person who gets yelled at all day?"
"It's not that