Miller's POV
As I stepped onto the pitch, the electric atmosphere of the stadium enveloped me, sending chills through my body. Since I got back from New York City, I haven't been training. I took sick leave after telling my coach about the stressful trip.
Matthew was really pissed because I didn't come back on time and I still asked for over a week's leave after missing out on training. I knew he would get back at me, but I was expecting nothing more than missing a few games before he put me back on the field again.
I ran across the field, my studs digging into the turf with each movement. I've missed this feeling a lot, but the leave was necessary. If I had come back to the team without spending some time away to prepare myself, I would be a flop.
“See who we have here,” Tino said
