"Morning, Professor," Harry, the captain, called out. He was sitting on a bench, reading a newspaper. "You are famous, kid."
Alex felt his face get warm. "What do you mean?"
Harry just laughed and turned the paper around.
On the back page, in huge letters, was a picture. It was not of Alex. It was of Mark, roaring, his arms out, after scoring the goal. But the headline...
"THE PACKAGE," Harry read, his voice full of laughter. "Arsenal's new wonderkids, 'The Brain' and 'The Speed', destroy Fulham."
Alex groaned. "Oh no. They are not really calling us that."
"They are!" Harry said. "It is brilliant! Here you are... 'The Brain'."
He pointed to a smaller picture, of Alex, his arm out, pointing, just before he made the big pass.
The locker room door opened. Mark walked in.
He was not wearing his U18 kit. He was wearing his brand new, very shiny, grey suit. He was holding his silver boots in a separate bag. He looked like a very fast, slightly confused young businessman.
