On the school playground, Amani wasn't an Eredivisie starter but simply one of the boys.
The midday sun bathed St. Bonifatius College's central courtyard in warm September light as students gathered during their lunch break.
Three days had passed since Amani's return to school after his man-of-the-match performance, and the initial wave of attention had gradually subsided into a new normal one where his dual identity as student and professional athlete had become, if not ordinary, at least familiar.
In the center of the courtyard, an impromptu football circle had formed. Students passed a ball between them in the traditional Dutch "rondo" format, players forming a circle with one or two in the middle trying to intercept passes.
It was a casual, joyful expression of the country's football culture, played without coaches or structure.
"Amani!" called Wesley, waving him over. "We need one more!"
