The news from the arbitration court in Switzerland was a bombshell of pure, beautiful, bureaucratic chaos. Promoted. And relegated. And promoted again.
With a 15-point penalty. It was a decision so utterly bewildering, so complex, that only one man on earth could possibly have understood its true philosophical implications.
And then, as if on cue, Biyon had called.
Leon sat in his small office, the phone still pressed to his ear, his mind a complete, echoing void.
Biyon. His Biyon. His best friend, his Champions League-winning, Man City-superstar best friend, was coming to Apex FC.
"Biyon," Leon said, his voice a low, dangerous, and slightly hysterical whisper.
"This is a very, very bad joke. And I am not in the mood for a joke. I have a -15 point deduction and a team of very confused bakers to manage."
