Michael Sterling stood on the very top step of the newly completed East Stand. He looked down at the pitch far below. It looked like a green postage stamp from this height.
The expansion was finished. The Fortress was no longer just a stadium. It was a coliseum.
Arthur Milton stood next to him. The old scout was holding the railing very tightly. His knuckles were white.
"It is very high Boss," Arthur said looking dizzy. "If I drop my sausage roll from here it will reach terminal velocity. It could kill a pigeon."
"Do not drop the sausage roll Arthur," Michael said calmly. "And do not kill the pigeons. They are the only fans who get in for free."
Michael took a deep breath. The smell of fresh concrete and paint filled the air.
Forty five thousand seats.
The new roof was designed by Leo Volt. It was curved like a wave to trap the noise inside. When the fans shouted it would sound like a jet engine taking off inside a library.
