The three days following the Old Trafford game were a strange, heady mix of triumph and anxiety.
The "Barnsley Braves" were the toast of the lower leagues, and the training ground was electric.
But as the week wore on, the "Raphael Problem" became the shadow in the back of everyone's mind.
The team's second league match was on Saturday, away at Crawley Town.
A team with a notorious reputation. They were a squad of physical, cynical, "dirty" players who specialized in dragging their opponents into ugly, brutal street fights. They were the exact opposite of Arthur's new philosophy.
They were the worst possible test for a [CA 48] player who looked like he was made of bird bones.
Michael and Arthur watched him in the light possession drills.
The kid was a magician, a true [PA 93] talent. He'd pull off a no-look pass that would make the senior players gasp.
