The neon green ghost of Turbo the streamer had left a mark on the club. The mood on the bus to Wolverhampton was different. It was lighter.
Diego Nunez was not staring at the window. He was watching a video of himself barking on his phone and laughing.
"I sound like a very big dog," Diego chuckled. "A rottweiler mixed with a dinosaur."
Michael Sterling sat at the front. He was smiling. But inside he was calculating.
They were playing Wolverhampton Wanderers. Wolves.
It was a Monday night game. The lights at Molineux Stadium were famous. The atmosphere was always hostile.
Arthur Milton was scrolling through his tablet. He looked confused.
"Boss," Arthur said. "I am looking at the Wolves lineup. I know everyone. Jose Sa. Kilman. Neto. But who is this?"
He pointed to a name on the wing.
Number 47: Rico Viana.
"I do not know," Michael admitted. "Is he an academy player?"
