"He wants the player."
Flavio Briatore, the phantom menace of European football, wasn't just content with trying to blow up Liverpool's potential Lamine Yamal deal..... he was trying to drag Leon back into the beautiful, chaotic mess by demanding a player swap involving his old club. It was a move so audacious, so utterly unpredictable, it was almost… impressive.
Leon let out a long, slow breath, a mixture of exasperation and a strange, grudging admiration.
He looked out the window at his own training pitch, where his team – his collection of misfits, dreamers, and one surprisingly skillful baker – were going through their cool-down stretches.
This was his reality now.
His circus. And he wouldn't trade it for all the yachts in Monaco.
He sent a quick, calming text to Marco (Relax. Breathe. Eat some pasta. We'll talk later.) and then turned his attention back to the beautiful, simple reality of building his own dream, one muddy training session at a time.
