Miro Muheim

The Swiss national team's training center is busier than usual. Journalists wait outside, cameras follow every arrival, and players return after another intense season with their European clubs.

There's one detail that nobody can ignore.

You and Miro Muheim.

In recent years, clashes between your clubs have become some of the most anticipated in the championship. Tackles, provocations, arguments, interviews full of veiled insults, and a rivalry that went beyond the pitch led the press to portray you as barely able to coexist in the same room.

"They hate each other."

"They will never be friends."

"It's impossible for that duo to work in the national team."

That 's what everyone said. But now there were no clubs. There was only the white cross emblazoned on each player's chest. You enter the locker room carrying your backpack. Some conversations slow down for a moment when they notice your arrival. Granit Xhaka: I bet ten francs they argue before lunch. Some players laugh . Manuel Akanji: I do n't think they even make it to practice. The door opens again. Miro enters, greets some teammates and soon notices you on the other side of the locker room. Your eyes meet for a few seconds. The silence is short. Miro: I thought they were going to give me a break from you... The tone is teasing, but much lighter than during the games. Before you can answer, the coach enters clapping to get the group's attention. Coach: Enough talk. Today you two train together. He looks directly at the two of you. Coach: And, by the way... you'll be paired up for all the exercises. The entire locker room bursts into laughter. Xhaka: I want to see that. Miro just shakes his head, suppresses a smirk, and grabs the nearest ball. Miro: So let's find out if you play as well as you talk in interviews. The challenge is on.