FOOTBALL! LEGENDARY PLAYER-Chapter 211: Winter in Utrecht

The flight from Mombasa to Amsterdam felt like traveling between worlds. Amani watched through the window as the aircraft descended through thick cloud cover, revealing a landscape transformed by winter.

Where Kenya had been warm sunshine and vibrant colors, the Netherlands presented a monochrome canvas of gray skies and bare trees, occasionally punctuated by the warm glow of holiday lights.

"Welcome to Amsterdam Schiphol Airport. Local time is 7:15 AM. Current temperature is minus two degrees Celsius." frёewebηovel.cѳm

Amani smiled at the announcement. After two weeks in Mombasa’s thirty-degree heat and working on Bandari FC, the Dutch winter would require some readjustment. He pulled his FC Utrecht jacket closer as he navigated through the airport, the club’s driver waiting to take him back to Utrecht.

"Good holiday, Amani?" asked Jan, the club’s longtime driver who had been assigned to collect him.

"Perfect," Amani replied, sliding into the heated car. "But strange to leave summer and return to this."

The journey from Schiphol to Utrecht took just under an hour, the highway cutting through flat landscapes dusted with frost. Amani watched the familiar scenery pass by, feeling the curious mixture of emotions that came with returning to his adopted home after visiting his true one.

His mother’s words from their final conversation echoed in his mind: "Remember who you are and where you come from, but embrace where you are going."

The academy apartments stood quiet when he arrived.

Most players had traveled home for the holidays and wouldn’t return until training officially resumed in early January. Amani’s footsteps echoed in the empty corridor as he made his way to his room, the silence a stark contrast to the constant bustle of his mother’s neighborhood in Mombasa.

His room felt colder than he remembered, despite the heating system running.

He unpacked methodically, placing the small gifts his mother had sent for his room: a hand-carved wooden box and a colorful woven wall hanging... in carefully chosen spots. Small touches of home to warm the space.

The System activated as he completed his unpacking:

[ENVIRONMENTAL ADJUSTMENT: Recalibration to winter training conditions required]

[SCHEDULE OPTIMIZATION: Winter break training program parameters loaded]

[RECOVERY STATUS: Optimal parameters following rest period]

Amani smiled at the familiar interface. Even the System seemed to be welcoming him back.

His phone buzzed with a message from Malik: "Back in frozen hell yet? Meet at the training ground tomorrow? 10 AM?"

Amani replied quickly: "Just arrived. See you at 10."

Though most players were away, the club maintained a skeleton staff at the training facility throughout the break.

Players staying in Utrecht could access the gym, indoor facilities, and certain outdoor pitches for individual work. The coaching staff had provided personalized training programs for each player, maintenance work to ensure they didn’t lose conditioning during the holiday period.

That evening, Amani cycled through Utrecht’s city center, the familiar route now transformed by winter decorations and holiday markets.

The ancient canals reflected strings of lights, and the Dom Tower stood illuminated against the night sky. Despite the cold that nipped at his ears and fingertips, he found beauty in this version of Utrecht quieter, more contemplative than its summer self.

He stopped at a small café he’d discovered months earlier, where the owner recognized him with a warm smile.

"Ah, our young football star! Hot chocolate to warm you up?"

Amani nodded gratefully, finding a corner table where he could watch both the street outside and the locals inside.

Normal life. Something that felt increasingly distant as his football career accelerated.

The hot chocolate arrived with a small Dutch stroopwafel balanced on top, steam from the drink warming the caramel-filled wafer. These small cultural discoveries still delighted him the little rituals and traditions that made the Netherlands distinct from Kenya.

As he sipped his drink, he noticed a young boy at a nearby table staring at him with wide eyes, whispering urgently to his father. Amani offered a small smile and a wave. The boy’s face lit up, and after a nudged permission from his father, he approached Amani’s table clutching a napkin.

"You’re Amani Hamadi," the boy said in Dutch, his voice filled with awe. "Could you... Would you sign this for me?"

"Of course," Amani replied, accepting the pen the boy’s father offered. "What’s your name?"

"Thomas. I watched you score against Ajax. It was amazing!"

Amani signed the napkin with a personal message, remembering how recently he had been the one asking for autographs. The interaction was brief but left him thoughtful as he cycled back to his apartment. His public profile was growing, creating these small moments that interrupted otherwise normal experiences.

The next morning brought clear skies but bitter cold. Amani layered carefully for his training session with Malik, following the System’s recommendations:

[COLD WEATHER PROTOCOL: Multiple thin layers recommended]

[WARM-UP MODIFICATION: Extended progressive activation sequence]

[MUSCLE PROTECTION: Additional dynamic stretching required]

The training ground looked different in winter the immaculate grass of the main stadium protected, but the training pitches showing signs of frost damage and heavy use. A groundskeeper was working on one field, while another had been prepared for the few players using the break for additional training.

Malik arrived right on time, his breath visible in the cold air as he jogged over to greet Amani.

"How was Mombasa? Warm, I bet," he said, bumping fists in greeting.

"Perfect weather," Amani confirmed. "How was your holiday?"

"Loud. My siblings are all excited about Christmas. I needed to come back just to get some peace."

They laughed together as they began their warm-up routine, jogging laps around the pitch to get their blood flowing.

Malik had been promoted to the U19s shortly before Amani’s injury but remained one of his closest friends at the club.

"Heard about your awards," Malik said as they moved into stretching exercises. "Player of the Month at fifteen. Ridiculous."

Amani shrugged modestly. "Just a good month."

"Just a good month," Malik mimicked with a laugh. "Most players never have a month that good in their entire career."

Their training session followed the program provided by Utrecht’s coaching staff a mixture of conditioning work, technical drills, and small-sided games when other players arrived. Despite the cold, Amani found himself sweating within twenty minutes, his body quickly adapting to the exertion.

During a water break, Malik nodded toward a figure watching from the sideline Jordy Zuidam, Utrecht’s Technical Director.

"The boss is checking on his investment," Malik said quietly.

Zuidam approached as they gathered their equipment for the next drill. "Good to see you both back early," he said. "How was the holiday, Amani?"

"Refreshing, sir. Good to see family, but ready to get back to work."

Zuidam nodded approvingly. "That’s what I like to hear. I wanted to catch you actually. Do you have time after training to discuss something?"

"Of course," Amani replied, curiosity piqued.

Malik raised his eyebrows suggestively once Zuidam had walked away. "Mysterious meeting with the Technical Director. Maybe they’re selling you to Barcelona already."

Amani laughed and shoved his friend playfully. "Don’t be ridiculous."

They completed their session with a series of finishing drills, Malik’s natural striker’s instinct showing in his precise shots. Amani focused on his weaker right foot, the System providing feedback after each attempt:

[RIGHT FOOT TECHNIQUE: Improved follow-through mechanics]

[BALANCE DISTRIBUTION: Adjustment required - 8% weight shift correction]

[SHOT POWER: 12% increase from previous session]

After cooling down and stretching, Amani showered quickly before heading to Zuidam’s office. The administrative building felt eerily quiet without its usual bustle of staff and players.

Zuidam welcomed him with a handshake. "Thanks for coming by. I won’t keep you long. How’s the shoulder?"

"Completely healed," Amani confirmed. "No issues at all."

"Good, good. Listen, I wanted to discuss something with you before you hear about it elsewhere. We’ve been approached by Adidas Netherlands."

Amani’s eyebrows raised slightly. Adidas was Utrecht’s kit manufacturer, but this sounded like something beyond the standard club arrangement.

"They’re launching a new boot line in February and developing a campaign around young talents in Dutch football. They’re interested in featuring you as one of several players."

"Me?" Amani couldn’t hide his surprise.

Zuidam smiled. "Don’t look so shocked. You’ve just won Player of the Month at fifteen. People are taking notice."

"What would it involve?"

"A commercial shoot, some promotional appearances. Nothing that would interfere with training or matches. We’ve already discussed scheduling with them to ensure it works around your football and school commitments."

Amani nodded thoughtfully. "And the club is okay with this?"

"We support it, with conditions. Your development as a player remains the absolute priority. Any commercial activities must work around that, not the other way around. And we want Sophia involved to manage the details."

"Of course."

"There’s one more thing," Zuidam added. "This isn’t an individual endorsement deal making you the face of Adidas. You’d be one of several young players featured in this specific campaign. I want to be clear about that to manage expectations."

"I understand," Amani said. "It’s still an amazing opportunity."

"It is," Zuidam agreed. "And if you continue developing as you have been, there will be many more. But we take a long-term view. Building gradually, protecting your focus on football first."

After the meeting, Amani cycled back to his apartment, his mind processing this new development. A commercial with Adidas. Even as one of several players, it represented another step in his rapidly evolving career.

He called his mother that evening, the video connection bringing her warm smile to his screen despite the thousands of kilometers between them.

"An advertisement? My son, the TV star," she teased after he shared the news.

"Hardly," Amani laughed. "I’ll probably just kick a ball for five seconds on screen."

"Even so. From playing barefoot in Mombasa to filming commercials in Europe. Life moves quickly."

They talked for nearly an hour about the commercial opportunity, his training during the break, her work at the hospital. These daily calls had become their ritual, bridging the physical distance between them.

"Remember," she said before they ended the call, "these opportunities come because of your football, not the other way around. The moment you start playing football to get commercials instead of getting commercials because of how you play football, something important is lost."

"I know, Mama. Football first, always."

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