Usually a 3 to 0 win meant a relaxed morning. It meant smiles and jokes and maybe a light training session.
But Michael Sterling was not relaxed.
He sat in his office at the Sterling Era Training Complex. The coffee in his mug was black and strong. It tasted like battery acid but he needed it.
Arthur Milton walked in. The Assistant Manager was holding a tray of pastries. He looked happy. He was humming the new song the fans had invented for Endrick.
"Morning Boss," Arthur said putting the tray down. "I brought croissants. Chocolate ones. To celebrate the samba magic."
"No pastry for me Arthur," Michael said staring at the big screen on the wall. "Look at the data."
Arthur sat down. He wiped a crumb from his chin.
"Data?" Arthur asked. "The data says we won 3 to 0. The data says Endrick is a god. The data says Osimhen is a machine. What is the problem?"
"The problem is what we did not see," Michael said.
