"You absolute, magnificent idiot. What have you done?"
He had, in his moment of triumph, created a monster. He had given a [CA 55] assistant manager a single, miraculous victory, and that man, high on a success he didn't understand, had just walked into the middle of the town square and punched a sleeping bear in the face.
His phone, which had been buzzing with positive alerts for a week, now lit up with a new, horrifying kind of fire. He opened Twitter.
"Who is this clown? 1-0 win and he thinks he's a genius?"
"League One Gaffer Calls Out Premier League Wolves!"
"ARROGANCE or INSANITY? Barnsley's interim boss just handed Wolves their team talk!"
Michael scrolled, his stomach churning, until he saw the one notification that made his blood run cold. It was from a verified account, with millions of followers.
João Veloso, Wolves' £60 million Portuguese star winger, their most famous and dangerous player.
The tweet was short, simple, and utterly chilling.
