Siempre te voy a querer

Chapter 115

As the team trained, Isa got to work, diving into her new role with focus. She filled in some forms regarding the condition of the players and helped the club doctor prepare his equipment for the checkups scheduled for later in the day.

"Mija, ya sabes, como estoy viejo, te quería preguntar si me podías ayudar a hacer los chequeos," the old man said with a warm smile, adjusting his glasses as he arranged his tools.

Isa returned his smile, feeling a wave of fondness for the doctor. "Claro que sí, usted dígame a qué hora vengo y le ayudo," she replied, glancing up from her work.

"En unos cuarenta minutos empezamos, mija. Gracias," he said, patting her shoulder appreciatively.

"De nada, doctor," she said softly, as she finished organizing the papers she'd been working on. Once everything was set, she made her way back toward the field, her eyes scanning the players as they trained.

As she was walking, someone called her name. Isa turned around and saw the team photographer waving her over.

"Isa, ¿podrías posar para una foto?" he asked, his camera ready.

Caught a bit off guard, Isa smiled and struck a casual pose. The camera clicked, and the photographer grinned as he checked the picture.

"Vaya, tenía razón Edson... esto de ser guapo corre en la familia," he said, chuckling as he showed her the picture.

Isa laughed at his comment, shaking her head. "Ay, Edson... siempre hablando de más." She thanked him and continued on her way.

She stopped when she reached Jimmy and Manuel, who were deep in conversation. Jimmy had his arms crossed, a thoughtful look on his face as he observed the team. Manuel leaned in slightly, talking in a low voice.

"Lo que veo es que Henry está faltando un poco en los drills," Jimmy murmured, eyes following the forward as he ran the drill with slightly slower movements than usual. "Le falta esa chispa, ese empuje."

Manuel nodded in agreement. "Sí, y Malagón... apenas se movió en la práctica de tiros. No lo veo tan ágil como antes."

Isa, standing by them, listened quietly, her gaze also falling on Henry, who seemed to be struggling to keep up. "Puede que esté pasando por algo personal," Isa said, knowing that sometimes the mental side of things could affect performance.

Jimmy nodded slowly. "Sí, puede ser. Sería bueno que hablaras con él, a veces necesitan esa confianza para abrirse."

As they spoke, on the field, some of the players were caught up in conversation themselves.

"¡Oye, Henry! ¿Todo bien, hermano?" Piojo called out as he jogged over, noticing his friend's lack of energy.

Henry forced a smile but shook his head. "Sí, sí... estoy bien, nomás no ando al cien hoy."

"¿No dormiste o qué?" Kevin teased, lightly punching his shoulder.

"Nah, más o menos," Henry replied, though there was a tiredness in his voice.

Nearby, Jorge and Chucky were arguing playfully over who performed better in the shooting drill. "¡Te dije que mi gol fue más difícil!" Jorge protested.

Chucky laughed, rolling his eyes. "Por favor, te cayó de suerte. El mío fue pura técnica, papá."

"Ah, claro, técnica... ojalá y eso te sirva en el partido," Edson chimed in, joining the banter as the group laughed.

Isa watched them interact, feeling a warmth spread through her. Despite the serious conversations happening with Jimmy and Manuel, the guys were still keeping things light and energetic, which was exactly what the team needed. She turned back to Jimmy and Manuel, her mind already forming plans for how to help Henry and perhaps even check on Malagón. This was her new reality, and she was ready to make a difference.