"London."
Gilbert echoed him, longing entering his eyes as well. Counting the days, they had been out making their own way for five months already.
Even if that place was not their true hometown, they still felt a kind of homesickness, always feeling that, in the end, they belonged there.
On one hand, they had come from there, and it was thanks to that platform that they had made it to where they were today.
On the other hand, it was a truly massive club, with the best players in European football, the best coaches, the highest level of attention, and a magnificent stadium.
Yearning for that place and wanting to stay there to play was only human nature.
"I miss the food at Colney Base."
Gilbert grew sentimental, starting his reminiscence with taste. "The youth team cafeteria was better. The first team eats too healthy. No flavor."
"Why so many feelings every single day?"
Maël gave him a smack and said disdainfully, "You're living like a star in the Championship, playing professional league matches every week. Be satisfied."
"I am satisfied."
Gilbert suddenly laughed again, his whole mood jumping all over the place. "Just like before, I only feel that everything's happening too fast, so fast there's no time to react or accept it."
He picked up a football and tossed it out as if taking a throw-in. "I've got 3 goals and 1 assist already. Before coming here, I never would've dared imagine that.
"And that's not even mentioning you. 9 goals and 10 assists! Every time I see your stats, I get this dazed feeling—confused one moment, lost the next. I really want to ask, is this the Maël I know?"
"Maël." Gilbert settled down, full of emotion. "When we came here, we had nothing. At most,