I walked in and sat down. The room was buzzing with a barely-contained energy.
"Danny," the first journalist began, a man from the BBC whom I had come to recognise over the last few weeks of him following me. "You've just beaten Manchester United three-nil at Old Trafford. You're seventh in the Premier League. You could be in Europe next season. How do you even begin to process that?"
I took a breath. "Honestly? I don't think I have yet," I said, and I meant it. "I think that's a conversation for a quiet evening. Right now, I'm just incredibly proud of every single person at this football club. The players, the staff, and the fans who made that journey today. They were unbelievable."
"The incident with Mourinho at the final whistle," another journalist pressed. "There seemed to be a physical altercation. What happened?"
