Chapter 36: Steel in the Frost
Sunday, January 17, 2010
Frost crusted the edges of Broadfield Stadium's training pitch, the January air sharp as Niels watched his Crawley Town squad gear up for tomorrow's League Two clash against Rochdale.
The 1-0 win over Lincoln City two days ago, Matchday 25, Max Simons' volley sealing it had kept their fire alive, lifting them to seventh with 46 points.
The day began in the club's boardroom, a small room smelling of stale coffee and damp wool. Claire, the financial officer, stood by a whiteboard, her voice taut.
"Lincoln's gate receipts brought £45,000, but Thiago's £200k transfer and Baxter's loan wages are bleeding us. Barnsley's TV deal could mean £100,000, but a loss at Rochdale could kill our momentum."
Mr. Hargreaves, the chairman, leaned forward, his tie askew. "The team's behind you, Niels, but budgets don't bend for dreams. Rochdale's a must-win." Niels nodded, his chest tight.