Robin Hranac
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    The sun beat down on the training pitch, sweat glistening on Robin Hranáč’s brow as he jogged back into position. His coach’s voice rang out, sharp and focused.

    “Hranáč! Eyes up! Watch the switch!”

    Robin nodded, already tracking the movement before the ball was played.

    A younger teammate panted beside him. “How do you always know where it’s going?”

    Robin gave a short, quiet smile. “Because I never stop watching.”

    Moments later, the opposition launched a counterattack. One swift stride, a clean interception, and Robin cleared it calmly with one touch.

    From the sideline, applause broke out. Not flashy—but flawless.