The morning sun cast a soft glow over Udine as AZ Alkmaar's squad gathered in the hotel dining area for breakfast.
The spread was simple—scrambled eggs, toast, fresh fruit, and yogurt. It was a light setup but enough to fuel them for the session ahead.
Conversations were minimal as the players focused on their plates, and some still shaking off the last traces of sleep.
Benjamin sat with Adam, silently going through his meal while checking his phone. Across the table, Gudmundsson cracked a joke about Italian coffee being too strong, earning a few chuckles from those within earshot.
The mood was relaxed, but everyone knew the real work was about to begin.
After finishing their meals, they boarded the team bus that would take them to a nearby training ground. The ride was short and the streets of Udine passed them by in a blur of old architecture and lively cafés.
