Tuesday, April 10th, 2012Utrecht City, FC Utrecht Youth Academy
The team bus slowed, gently easing its way onto the familiar tree-lined avenue that marked the approach to the FC Utrecht Youth Academy. Amani leaned forward slightly, pressing his fingertips against the cold glass, his breath briefly fogging the window.
Outside, the morning sunlight danced across rows of freshly unfurled Utrecht flags, their vibrant red and white patterns fluttering gracefully in the chilly April breeze. Hung along the fences and raised proudly by supporters, each flag felt like a small banner of pride, gently waving the boys home.
Through the window, he saw faces he knew well fans, academy staff, and local residents gathered patiently near the gates, their expressions brimming with anticipation and warmth. There wasn't a city-wide parade planned, no grand celebrations with streets lined and bands playing loud anthems.
