"I'm so, so bored."
The words came from Manchester United's newest player, David Jones, his voice filled with frustration as he groaned dramatically. He wasn't talking to anyone in particular—just himself, the empty room, and maybe the universe if it cared to listen.
But he didn't stop there.
"Same old, same old. Wake up, shower, eat, work out—that's all. When are they finding a cure for this goddamn virus?"
He exhaled heavily, tossing his phone onto the bed beside him as he let his head fall back onto the pillow. He felt like he was trapped in some never-ending cycle, just going round and round with no real escape.
With the club on break after the season had ended, and with no new coach yet appointed, everything just felt like… nothing. No training, no team meetings, no matches. Just days blending into each other, the same routine over and over.
