[In The Evening]
The recreational room at Las Rozas was buzzing. Some players lounged on the sofas, scrolling through their phones.
Others were at the gaming setup, where Nico Williams and Lamine Yamal were deep into a heated FC match, both were trying so hard not to curse at the screen.
In the middle of the room, Izan sat with Pedri, Rodri, and Morata, the four of them idly chatting when Pedri suddenly leaned forward, eyes glinting with mischief.
"Alright," he said, setting his phone down. "I've got a challenge."
Rodri raised an eyebrow. "This better not be another dumb FIFA bet."
Pedri smirked. "It's football-related. And fair for everyone."
Now, everyone was listening.
"Go on," Morata said.
Pedri leaned back, stretching his arms. "Since we're heading to the Euros, let's see who's got the best tournament mentality."
Izan tilted his head. "And how exactly do we measure that?"
