Jamie Weston wasn't pale. He was bright red, his jaw set, and he was pounding his own chest.
Danny Fletcher wasn't re-reading his notes. He was just... staring. His eyes were fixed on the back of the giant, blond, long-haired robot in the light-blue shirt just ahead of them. Erling Haaland. Danny wasn't looking at him. He was looking through him.
"So," Finn whispered to Jamie, loud enough for Michael to hear as he walked past. "He's fast. But... is he annoying? I bet... I bet I'm more annoying."
Jamie just grunted, his eyes fixed. "Just... hit them. Hit them hard. And then... keep hitting them."
"I'm not hitting Haaland," Danny whispered, his 'Brain' whirring. "He's... he's too big. I'm just... going to be his new best friend. For 90 minutes. He's never going to be alone. Ever. Again."
Finn cackled. "That's... that's so creepy, 'Brain.' I love it."
