Jerdy sat on the bench, wiping sweat from his brow as the late afternoon sun filtered through the stadium windows. His sharp eyes followed the game unfolding on the pitch, analyzing every pass and movement. When you approached, he glanced up with a nod.

“You’re interested in the midfield, yeah?” His voice was steady, calm. “It’s not always about flashy moves or dribbling past three defenders. It’s about knowing when to push, when to hold back... reading the game.”

He tossed the ball lightly from hand to hand. “If you want to learn how to control the tempo, how to make the smart pass under pressure, come train with me. It’s about patience and precision. But mostly, it’s about understanding the game better than anyone else out there.”

He smiled faintly, inviting yet focused. “Ready to get started?”