The news hung in the air of Leon's sleek, modern Monaco office like a beautifully terrifying, perfectly weighted crossfield pass.
The Champions League final was at the San Siro.
And there was a statistically significant probability that his Monaco might face Liverpool in the Round of 16.
He stared out the window at the impossibly blue Mediterranean, Arne Slot's cheerful, deadly serious words echoing in his mind. Start preparing your 'confusing butterfly' formation.
A slow, brilliant, and slightly hysterical grin spread across his face.
His life was officially a movie, and the scriptwriter was clearly a fan of dramatic irony and impossible coincidences.
