The night lights cut down through the pale air of Paterna, the air crisp and dry, still carrying the chill of January even as boots scuffed against turf and breath came out in plumes.
Training had ended a couple of hours ago but Baraja had made the team stay and recover but that wasn't the main reason they had stayed.
"Learning" or as he had termed it was why they had stayed.
They were watching.
All of them.
A portable screen had been wheeled onto the grass beside the benches.
The squad—Valencia's first team—sat or stood around it, some arms crossed, others leaned forward, locked in focus.
The scene on the screen?
The Emirates. Arsenal. Champions League night.
And Izan Miura, once their own, now leaping high into the North London air—
A thunderous header into the back of the net.
Silence fell across the small crowd at Paterna.
Coach Rubén Baraja didn't move at first.
