"Well, probably the youngest who will play, at least." There were a few fresh-faced phenoms who probably weren't going to make it on the field but were on the team. There always were; Gael was just the youngest who'd gotten a lot of play, in the CONCACAF Gold Cup the year before. As for him, it was going to be a weird year, without Michael. Michael had definitely shown him the ropes of working on the national team, and he'd been sad to hear when he'd retired from Atlanta - which ultimately had just been foreshadowing for the USMNT too. Now, Carlos was going to be the one on the field, probably for all the matches.

It was a good feeling, but also a weird one.

"Fifteenth," he said, and arched his brow. "We important, experienced players get closer to the penthouse, apparently."