[In the stands]
"I didn't really believe it when they said, but is this the kind of player we let go?" a man in a puffer jacket said as he watched the Hull City players restart the game.
The man he had thrown the question to just shrugged, while the former turned towards the pitch.
The man in the puffer jacket squinted toward the pitch as Leo tracked back, sliding into position as Hull City pressed.
"At least they got something out of him, right?" he asked, voice low but sharp, but his mate shook his head slowly, eyes following Leo's movement.
"No. Nothing. Not a penny. And if there had been, you can bet it would've been documented."
The first man's brow furrowed, lips tightening. "Seriously? Just… let him go?"
"We didn't," the mate muttered, almost to himself, shaking his head.
"Just… let him walk."
A pause hung between them as they watched Leo intercept a loose pass, deftly turning and feeding it back toward Wigan's half.
