Michael Sterling stood by the radiator in his office warming his hands. He looked out at the white pitches.
One month had passed since the Christmas demolition of Leeds United.
Thirty one days of madness.
Arthur Milton sat on the sofa. The old scout looked exhausted. He was surrounded by phones. It was Transfer Deadline Day.
"I hate January," Arthur grunted rubbing his tired eyes. "It is cold. It is dark. And agents are annoying. They call me at 3 AM to ask if we want a striker from the Peruvian second division."
"Did you say yes?" Michael asked smiling.
"I said no," Arthur sighed. "We have enough strikers. We have Danny. We have Isaiah. We have the new kid."
Michael turned back to his desk. He looked at the calendar.
The last month had been a rollercoaster.
BOXING DAY: Barnsley 2. Liverpool 2.
A heroic draw at the Fortress. Danny Fletcher scored late to steal a point against Jurgen Klopp. The fans celebrated like they had won the World Cup.
