He laughed, quick and boyish, waving a hand.
"I'm fine," he said. "They're not going to kill me. Just cramps and tired legs. I'll feel it tomorrow, but it's worth it."
The interviewer smiled warmly. "Final question, then. Eintracht Frankfurt are heading to Bilbao at the end of May. A European final. What does that mean to you?"
Lukas looked back toward the away end one more time, eyes lingering on the sea of white and black.
"It means everything," he said simply. "For the club, for the fans, for us as players. We've come a long way together. Now we have one more game."
She extended a hand. "Congratulations, Lukas. Enjoy the moment."
"Thank you," he replied, gripping the trophy a little tighter as he turned away, swallowed once more by the noise, the lights, and a night that would be talked about for a very long time.
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