Football singularity

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[10/11/2019, 6:30]

Rakim awoke to the shrill sound of his phone blasting the song Surge, which he had set for that day's alarm at exactly 6:30 a.m. The three minutes the song would play are his final minutes of rest for the day, and he usually lets the whole song play out as he gathers his thoughts. Opening his eyelids, he saw the soft light of dawn creep into his hotel room, illuminating the half-packed sports bag on the floor.

He lingered under the warm blanket for a moment, recalling the events of the previous day: the date with May, then watching England annihilate Panama 5–1. But the sweet memory of the date quickly gave way to what had to be done today. He was now just hours away from the quarterfinal match against the U.S. a country that he dreamed of representing on the international stage someday.

The chants of 'USA, USA, USA,' as he charges down the flank or the burst of cheers whenever he produces a goal. Americans are some of the most passionate sports fans in the world and now he would have to end their dream of this title. The two figures of Yunus and Reyna flashed in his mind causing his brows to furrow not knowing how he would face his first friends he made through the game.

"Is it time already," Wirtz's groggy voice sounded from the bed next to him snapping him out of his thoughts just as BillionDoollarBaby rapped the final verses. Snapping his hand to his phone rakim stopped the alarm before the song could repeat itself.

"Yh time to get to work," he responded as he kicked up his blanket and swung his feet around so he could sit up at the side of the bed. His feet naturally slid into the sliders he had at the side of the bed as he looked up to face Wirtz who mirrored his movements.

"You know I never thought I train more at this tournament than in the academy," He complained taking off his stripped schlafmuetze and slapping his cheeks lightly before standing as he headed for his bag to get his things ready.

"No one is forcing you, plus most of it is just recovery work and body calibration exercises," Rakim retorted with a light smile before kneeling on his bed as he clasped his hands to pray. Growing up in a Christian family where they went to church every Sunday even visiting gospels in other cities if he was travelling for games and tournaments praying came naturally to him.

Having experienced something supernatural that couldn't be explained by science his belief in God was that much more strengthen. Most of all he appreciated the comfort he felt knowing that his life had meaning and that someone cared enough to give him a second chance. 1 Corinthians 2:3 "And I was with you in weakness and in fear and much trembling"

He spent 5 minutes praying before he got to his feet with an excited expression as he faced a ready Wirtz who had just stepped out of the bathroom. Nodding at him grabbing his toiletry bag he made his way to the bathroom to brush his teeth, go through his skincare routine and apply the essential oils his hair needs to keep them healthy and smelling great.

[6:45]

After finishing his morning routine, Rakim emerged from the bathroom feeling renewed. Wirtz, who was already scrolling through his phone, threw on a hoodie and gestured toward the door.

"Time to head down?" he asked, rubbing his eyes.

Rakim nodded. "Yeah, let's get that light workout in before breakfast."

They stepped out into the quiet hallway, greeted only by the distant hum of air-conditioning. The corridors of the hotel, which were usually filled with jovial chatter and footsteps throughout the day, now felt almost tranquil at such an early hour.

[6:50 – Hotel Gym]

Rakim and Wirtz entered the small but neatly arranged fitness centre. The faint smell of disinfectant hung in the air; a few overhead lights buzzed softly. A pair of treadmills occupied one corner, while a rack of free weights lined the far wall. Without further delay, Rakim placed his phone on the edge of a bench and set up his yoga mat on the centre floor.

He began with a few cobra stretches the steady rhythm of his breathing guiding his muscles to wake up. Wirtz followed him in the stretches as they both alternated in leading them through it. His teammate despite being half asleep still managed to talk his ear off about various topics from football to a certain girl he had been crushing on.

"Dude how is it you can dribble past grown men and make them hit emotes trying to stop you but you can't get past a girl's glance," Rakim asked him after listening to him complain for the umpteenth time about this mystery girl he liked for the longest time. "You miss every shot you don't take and only cowards think that by waiting the girl will come to them,"

Wirtz nearly toppled over mid-stretch as he heard Rakim's words. He fixed his friend with a mock glare before a grin stole over his face. "That's rich coming from the guy who had his girl fly over to watch him play in a FIFA tournament and hasn't stopped smiling since."

Rakim laughed, rolling his shoulders before sliding into a forward fold. "What can I say my girl is the best, funny thing is I didn't even ask her to come so you could say I'm blessed." He paused, letting a deep breath in. "I get what you're feeling though, and it can go bad if it doesn't work out but at least I took my shot. It's better to know than keep wondering the what-ifs in life, plus you are not that ugly that it would scare her away. Just don't bring her around me, one look at this face in person and it's game over,"

Wirtz snorted, pushing off from his stretch with a playful shove. "In your dreams, my friend. She'd only see you and think, 'What's that clown doing on a football pitch?'"

Rakim chuckled in response, "More like why is B. Jordan's younger, better-looking brother looking doing the most on the field,"

"More like your ego is doing too much," Wirtz retorted before continuing, "But I will ask her once I make the national team," Explore more adventures at My Virtual Library Empire

"Good for you now be silent so I can focus please," Rakim retorted with a Hupf as he continued with a child pose earning a bout of laughter from his friend. They both laughed as they continued their light exercise.

Once they'd finished their stretches, Wirtz moved on to some light dumbbells while Rakim focused on a few balance drills—standing on one foot on a balance board. This device was just a flat surface with a bouncy ball surface designed to strengthen core strength and balance. He stood there absolutely still with a slight knee bend as he focused on his breathing.

He kept his arms at his side using his toes to keep his balance no matter how much his muscles urged him to explode forward. He did this for 3 minutes before switching legs, doing different poses as he engaged his core to hold the stance. After a couple of sets, they both hopped onto the treadmills for a quick jog. The gentle whir of the machines filled the quiet gym, with only the noise of Wirtz's music connected to the gym's Bluetooth system resounding.

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To Be Continued...