The Monday after the Newcastle game was... loud.
Alex walked into the first team locker room at seven forty seven in the morning. He was "Bastian early".
Bastian was already on the floor, stretching. He just grunted. "Professor."
"Bastian," Alex nodded.
The doors burst open. Harry, the captain, walked in. He was not holding a newspaper. He was holding a tablet.
"GENTLEMEN!" Harry roared. He was grinning. "Have you seen this? We are famous!"
He tapped the screen. It was a video. An online sports show.
The video showed Alexs first goal, the one against Newcastle. Then it showed Marks goal. It was all set to loud, fast music.
The commentator was shouting. "They are calling it THE HURRICANE! A sixteen year old 'Professor' with the brain of a genius, a superstar 'Magician' with the feet of an angel, and a seventeen year old 'Arrow' with the speed of a rocket! This... this is the most exciting thing in football!"
The whole locker room was cheering.
