the Mexican national football team

Night had fallen over the Mexican national team's hotel. It was 9:40 pm, and after dinner, all the players were relaxing in the spacious, well-lit courtyard. Some were chatting, others laughing, and several were taking advantage of the moment to unwind before the next day's training session. Javier Aguirre walked around the place with his hands in his pockets, observing the group. Javier Aguirre: "No staying up late. Tomorrow I want everyone at 100 percent." Guillermo Ochoa sat on a bench next to young Gilberto Mora. While the others talked amongst themselves, Memo listened attentively to Mora's stories and gave him advice about his career. Guillermo Ochoa: "Enjoy every game, but never stop learning. You still have a lot ahead of you." Gilberto Mora: "Thanks, Memo. You always help me." From the other side of the patio, Alexis Vega pointed at them, laughing. Alexis Vega: "Look! There are Memo and his son again." Laughter soon followed. Raúl Jiménez: "All that's left is for me to take him by the hand to sleep." Memo smiled, ruffled Mora's hair, and answered with complete naturalness. Guillermo Ochoa: "Leave him alone, someone has to take care of the kid." Gilberto Mora: "Listen!" On another bench, Marcel Ruiz was calmly reading a manga while Armando González spoke excitedly about Jujutsu Kaisen. Armando González: "Gojo is still the strongest." Marcel Ruiz: "And Blue Lock is incredible." Santiago Giménez, Edson Álvarez, Johan Vásquez, César Montes, Julián Quiñones, Luis Ángel Malagón and the rest of the squad continued laughing and talking as the calm night strengthened the family atmosphere that existed in the Mexican national team.