Arsenal were down 1-0. Mbappe had scored.
Steve, the manager, walked to the center of the room. He kicked a water bottle. It hit a bin with a loud CLANG.
"Wake up!" Steve shouted.
Everyone jumped. Mark dropped his banana.
"You are playing like fans!" Steve yelled. "You are watching him! You are standing there admiring him! 'Oh look, it is Mbappe, he is so fast, he is so cool'. Stop it!"
Steve pointed at the whiteboard.
"He is a man. He has two legs. He breathes oxygen. Stop treating him like a god."
Alex sat on the bench. He was looking at the floor.
He was thinking about Maya's folder. The statistics. The weakness.
Statistical weakness: He hates tracking back.
Alex stood up.
"Boss," Alex said.
Steve stopped shouting. "Yes, Professor?"
"The Ninja," Alex said. "He does not look behind him. He only looks forward."
Alex walked to the whiteboard. He picked up a marker.
"When Mbappe attacks, he stays up. He waits for the next ball. He leaves a hole."
