Commander Klopp
A mild wind blows through the open roof, seagulls squawking high above as the distant sea air fills the nostrils.
Sprinklers twist and turn, sending water spritzing in dancing circles. Neatly trimmed grass clipped and groomed to perfection. The netting rustling as it is tightened on opposite ends. A pristine field. The perfect place for battle. One hundred and one meters long by 68 meters wide. An arena for gladiators to showcase their best; to reach for the stars and etch …
