Hala AWFiS

It is a practical room for people to run and throw things.

The floor inside is synthetic, a flat expanse of grey and black that echoes the sound of sneakers far more than wood ever would. It is a surface that prioritises speed over scent, designed for handball and the odd game of table tennis rather than the long build-up of a football match. The capacity is a strict 1,531 seats, a number that feels more like a fire regulation limit than an ambition for expansion. The stands are low, and the roof hangs heavy over the court, cutting off the sky.

There is a sense of quiet in the place, even when the crowd is full. It is the quiet of a university gymnasium, not a city arena. The lights are bright enough to see the sweat on a player's forehead, but not bright enough to hide the seams in the flooring. It is a space that does not demand attention, only participation.