'Looks like we're not the only team that wants to hide their trump cards before the final whistle.' He mused.
Without their usual inverted fullback structure and with Haaland looking unusually calm during the warm-up, Manchester City's arrogance was all but assured. While this would be good for creating a false sense of security, Michael had no interest in watching such a deceptive show.
He stood up slowly from the bench in the dressing room and began to stretch his arms and back, limbering up his pointing finger.
"Arthur let's go, it's time for our mental conditioning."
A whimper came from beside him. It was so high pitched and full of despair that he wasn't even sure if this was a sound that assistant managers were capable of making.
After a few moments without a proper answer, Michael had no choice but to lift the shorty by the lapels of his club suit and carry him off towards the showers.
'N-No please NO! Not the cold water!'
