Arthur Milton was sitting on the sofa hiding behind a cushion.
"Put it away Boss," Arthur whispered. "It is cursed. Everyone knows it is cursed. You win the trophy and then you lose the next game to a team like Luton Town."
"We are not playing Luton Town Arthur," Michael said placing the trophy on his desk. "We are playing West Ham United. In London. They blow bubbles before the game. How scary can a team be if they blow bubbles?"
"Very scary," Arthur said. "Bubbles pop. Just like dreams."
Michael sighed. He looked at the league table.
1. Manchester City 67 Points
2. Barnsley 66 Points
3. Liverpool 63 Points
One point behind. Eight games to go. Every game was a final.
"We are fine," Michael said trying to convince himself. "We beat Tottenham without Kai Sora. We can beat West Ham."
