Ti elapsed like the grain of sand in an hourglass. During this period, Hiro's popularity kept soaring. With every new accolade, Hiro was turning into a ga-celebrity.
However, despite his performance, he still wasn't getting starting minutes. He had been patient about starting.
Though he agreed with Diego's decision, Hiro couldn't help but feel frustrated. He still hadn't played a full match despite playing more than eight gas.
The next match was with Barcelona, a rather important match that could determine the fate of the title race. Yet, still, he hadn't been inford about his position in the team.
This uncertainty made him anxious.
Just now, the training had been finished, and the players were returning.
Hiro, however, didn't feel like returning. He remained at the pitch, staring at the returning figure of the coaches. He had been hoping for an answer.
However, it seed like he wouldn't be getting one soon.
Hiro couldn't help but contort his face in annoyance. Frowning, he glanced at the setting sun on the distant horizon. The sky was a tapestry of ethereal colors, the orange mixing with the purple. Flocks of birds could be seen flying toward the setting sun.
The cloud was painted in pink and purple hues.
"Still no response huh?" Hiro muttered under his breath, sounding rather dejected.
He had been performing well in almost every match until now, registering eight goals under his na. Combined with the assists he had provided, Hiro had already registered twelve goal contributions under his na, making him one of the most valuable mbers of the team.
Just the numbers alone were evidence of his importance in the team.
Yet still, he couldn't detect any chances of him playing the full ninety minutes. He had been expecting Diego to address this issue.
However, Diego and the rest of the coaching staff were already leaving the pitch without saying anything.
"Should I bring the issue?" Hiro turned to look at the receding figure of the coaches in the distance, their shadows slanted on the ground.
The pitch was dyed in golden hues.
While Hiro was staring at the exit, Alvarez approached him.
"Bothered about sothing?" He said, his tone rather polite.
Hearing him, Hiro shook his head. He didn't want to concern him with his matters.
"Co on. I can see it on your face," Alvarez responded. Though Hiro seed rather reluctant, he could tell that he was bothered. He had the gist of the thing he was concerned about. Yet still, he couldn't be certain.
"Is it about playing minutes?" He added.
Hiro could tell that he had been found out. Well, perhaps, he had been acting quite obvious. But now that he had been found out, there wasn't any need for him to hide his worries.
"Yeah," Hiro nodded. "It's already been eight matches. Yet, I still haven't played an entire match. I don't know where I'm wrong."
Hiro revealed, sounding rather dejected. Though he was contended with his current role, he still desired more. He had started a few matches. However, he had yet to play an entire match. He wanted more minutes on the field.
He knew he shouldn't be greedy. Yet still, he couldn't convince him to be patient. Thus, thinking about the playing minutes was making him anxious.
Alvarez looked at him deeply. He could tell that the matter was troubling Hiro greatly. However, now that he had confird his suspicion, he couldn't find the right words to comfort him either.
He wasn't good at comforting people.
Though the two of them shared a deeper bond of friendship, he struggled to find the right words to comfort Hiro.
"Umm... Diego's thods are rather eccentric. While transferring here, I was guaranteed to play minutes, too. However, it took a while before I could actually play the entire ninety minutes. So, don't mull over it," Alvarez tried to comfort Hiro by sharing his experience. "You're performing well," Alvarez lifted his arm and nudged Hiro lightly. "So, it won't be long before you get to play the entire match. I believe in you, Hiro."
Hiro's eyes glistened as he heard him. His words were warm, and he could tell they were genuine. Having known him, Hiro knew he wasn't good at comforting. So, for him to speak this much was already incredible. But the sentints he shared were even more comforting. For so reason, he might have needed to hear those words.
Though the world was praising him, he couldn't find anything aningful in their praises. The only thing he found in those complints were hollow words praising his efforts. "Yeah, you're right," Hiro nodded gently and smiled. "Thank you. I appreciate those words." The two of them conversed for a while before heading inside to get changed. With every passing mont, the sky was getting darker.
Conversing, they headed inside.
Most of the mbers had already left the locker room. However, there were still a few lingering around.
"Oh! The na sheet has arrived," Alvarez's gaze darted toward the announcent board. There, he noticed the na sheet for the next match.
"Hiro, you're starting." He announced excitedly.
While going through the na list, he couldn't help but notice Hiro's na on the list. Hiro
was included in the starting eleven.
Hiro was getting changed. Upon hearing his na, Hiro's eyes perked up. However, he quickly cald himself down.
It wasn't the first ti he was starting after all.
"You might get to play the entire match this ti," Alvarez said cheerfully.
Hiro felt optimistic about the upcoming match. However, he didn't reveal the joy he felt on his face and kept a straightforward expression.
It was the first ti he was visiting the newly renovated Camp Nou of Barcelona. Well, now that they had sold their stadium's naming rights, it was called Spotify Camp Nou.
He had always wanted to visit the stadium.
Hiro rembered that so of his friends also expressed their desire to visit the stadium
once in their lifeti.
Thinking about those wishes, Hiro couldn't help but think about his friends.
'Maybe, I should gift so tickets to them.' Hiro thought.
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