Isaiah King had taken control of the music system.
Shaun Higgins was singing along.
They had beaten Arsenal. They were fourth in the Premier League.
Michael Sterling sat at the front of the bus. He tried to sleep but it was impossible.
Arthur Milton was sitting next to him holding a calculator.
"Boss," Arthur shouted over the music. "I am doing the math."
"What math Arthur?" Michael asked rubbing his eyes. "We won. That is the only math that matters."
"The money math," Arthur said seriously. "We just beat a team where the average player earns two hundred thousand pounds a week. Kai Sora earns five thousand pounds a week. Isaiah earns three thousand."
Michael froze. He looked back at his squad.
Isaiah King was dancing in the aisle wearing his pink suit jacket over his training kit. He was the King of London. He was one of the hottest prospects in Europe. And he was earning less than the Barnsley mascot.
