"Get off the bus, Speed," Steve said tiredly. "We have work to do."
Mark climbed down. "It has a disco ball, boss! And a slushie machine!"
"We are playing Liverpool," Steve said. "Slushies will not help you against Van Dijk."
The team gathered in the meeting room.
"Champions League," Steve said. "Quarter-Final. First Leg."
He clicked the remote.
The screen showed Anfield. Again.
"We beat them in the league," Steve said. "We beat them last year. But this... this is Europe. Anfield on a European night is a different beast. It breathes fire."
He looked at Alex.
"Professor. You have beaten them before. You know the code."
"Control the chaos," Alex said.
"Exactly. But this time... they will target you. They know you are the brain. They will try to disconnect you."
He looked at Jude.
"Power. You need to be the bodyguard. If they touch Alex... you touch them back. Harder."
Jude cracked his knuckles. "I will be a very polite bodyguard."
