Michael Sterling stood outside the old stone church. He was wearing his best suit. He adjusted his tie which felt too tight.
Next to him Arthur Milton was brushing crumbs off his jacket.
"Arthur," Michael said. "Please tell me you did not eat the confetti."
"It looked like candy Boss," Arthur admitted. "It was just colored paper. Very dry."
Today was a big day. Danny Fletcher was getting married.
The Prince of Barnsley. The boy who had scored the goals that took them from League One to the Premier League. Today he was scoring the biggest goal of his life.
The doors opened.
Danny Fletcher walked out holding the hand of his bride Emily. They looked perfect. Danny was smiling so wide it looked like it hurt his face.
Behind them came the squad.
It was a sight to behold.
The Barnsley players were trying to look civilized.
