Monday morning in Barnsley usually started with the sound of rain hitting the windows and the smell of wet grass. But today, the Sterling Era Training Complex smelled of something else.
Disappointment.
Not because of a loss. They had just beaten Everton. They were flying high in fourth place.
The disappointment was coming from the canteen.
Michael Sterling walked in to get his coffee. He found a chaotic scene.
Diego Nunez, the Uruguayan Bull, was standing in front of the serving hatch. He looked like he was about to cry. Or kill someone. It was hard to tell the difference with Diego.
"What is the problem?" Michael asked, walking over.
"Boss," Diego said, pointing a massive finger at the serving tray. "Look. It is empty."
Michael looked. "It is just the steak tray, Diego. There is plenty of chicken."
"Chicken is for birds," Diego grunted. "I am a Bull. I need red meat. My knee is healing. It needs iron. It needs the soul of a cow."
