"London."
Gilbert agreed, his eyes also filled with longing. Counting the days, they had been out exploring for five months.
Even though it wasn't their true hometown, they still felt a sense of homesickness, always feeling that they belonged there.
On one hand, they came from there and achieved what they have today thanks to the platform there.
On the other hand, it's a truly large club, with the best players in European football, the best coaches, the highest attention, and magnificent stadiums.
Longing for there, wanting to stay and play, is human nature.
"I miss the food at the Korni Base."
Gilbert reminisced with a touch of sadness, starting from taste, "The youth team's canteen was better; the professional team's food is too healthy, tasteless."
"Why so sentimental every day?"
Ma'el patted him and mocked, "Living like a star in the Championship, having professional league matches every week, just be content."
"Content indeed."
