Michael Sterling sat in his office. He was looking at the league table.
1. Manchester City
2. Liverpool
3. Arsenal
4. Barnsley
Fourth. They were fourth in the Premier League. It was a miracle. It was ridiculous. But it was real.
The door to his office opened with a bang.
Arthur Milton walked in. He was wearing a beret. Again.
"Bonjour Boss," Arthur said placing a basket on the desk.
"Arthur," Michael said looking at the hat. "Why are you French today? Did we sign Mbappe while I was sleeping?"
"No Boss," Arthur said pulling a long baguette out of the basket. "But I have been scouting in France. The food is amazing. The butter is salty. And the players? The players are fast."
Arthur sat down. He tore a piece of bread and ate it.
"I found someone Boss," Arthur said chewing happily. "A striker. He plays for Lyon. His name is Jean Luc Dubois."
Michael pulled his laptop closer.
"Show me," Michael said.
Arthur connected his tablet to the big screen.
A video started playing.
