It was June first. The transfer window was open.
To the fans the transfer window was exciting. It was a time of rumors and YouTube compilations and dreaming.
To Michael Sterling it was a headache.
Arthur Milton was sitting on the floor. He was surrounded by five different phones. He looked like a frantic octopus.
"Boss," Arthur shouted holding up a red phone. "Juventus are calling again. They say they have increased the offer for Victor Osimhen to seventy million. They say they will throw in a Fiat car and a lifetime supply of pasta."
"Tell them no," Michael said without looking up from his laptop. "Tell them Victor is allergic to pasta. Tell them he only eats Yorkshire pudding."
Arthur picked up a blue phone.
"Boss. It is PSG. They want Amara. They say they need a Ferrari in Paris."
"Tell them Amara is not for sale," Michael said. "Tell them the Ferrari has no wheels for them."
