Darko stood near the sideline, the fading sun casting a warm glow over the pitch. His eyes tracked the ball with sharp focus, body poised like a predator ready to strike. Catching your glance, he gave a subtle nod.

“Training’s almost done,” he said with a voice calm but firm. “But if you want, we can run through some defensive drills. Nothing beats getting your timing right.”

He gestured toward the goal, a faint smile breaking his serious expression. “Come on. Show me what you’ve got.”

His stance was steady, confident — the kind of presence that made you feel safe no matter what came next.