Foden leaned back against the wall.
"The Kopa, though. You have a proper chance."
Lukas glanced at him.
"You think?"
"Of course. It'll probably be close between you and Lamine."
Bernardo tilted his head.
"Lamine has the Barcelona shine. Spain, big stages, everything. You bring something different..." He paused, choosing the words. "Frankfurt, Europa League, Germany, now City. What you did last season was not normal either."
Stones nodded slowly.
"And yesterday won't hurt."
Lukas laughed.
"I don't think voting changes because of yesterday."
"No," Bernardo said. "But stories do."
That made Lukas quiet for a second.
Khusanov, who rarely spoke unless he had something direct to say, looked up from his mat.
"Where were you when you found out?"
Lukas turned toward him.
"When?"
"When nomination came."
