The news from Marco was a tactical nuke that vaporized the entire landscape of the transfer market.
Flavio Briatore, in a move of such breathtaking, galaxy-brain audacity, had not just rejected PSG's money; he had demanded their crown jewel in return. He wanted to trade Lautaro Martínez for Lamine Yamal.
Leon just stood in the middle of the triumphant, noisy Brighton dressing room, the phone pressed to his ear, his mind a complete, silent void. The sheer, beautiful, unadulterated chaos of it was almost too much to process.
"Marco," he said slowly, his voice a quiet murmur amidst the celebration. "Are you telling me that Briatore is trying to hijack our transfer, to steal the player we wanted, by trading away my old captain?"
