BARNSLEY 0 - 2 CHELSEA
It was minute 35. The rain was falling harder. The mood in the stadium was flat. The heavy metal football of The Hammer was not working. It was too slow. It was too clunky.
Cole Palmer was running the show. The Chelsea midfielder looked like he was playing in a park with his friends. He received the ball again. He did not look at the ball. He looked at the crowd.
"He is mocking us Boss," Arthur Milton whispered. Arthur was hiding behind his coat. "He is playing with his food."
"We are not food Arthur," Michael said through gritted teeth. "We are Misfits."
On the pitch Diego Nunez was furious. The Bull was chasing shadows.
"Stand still!" Diego roared at Nkunku. "Why do you move so much? Fight me like a tree!"
Nkunku did not fight like a tree. He passed the ball to Nicolas Jackson.
Jackson was through on goal.
The Barnsley defense had split open like a broken zipper.
It looked like 3 to 0.
But then The Flying Dutchman arrived.
