The bus ride to the south coast was long. Brighton was far away from Barnsley.
It felt like they were driving to a different country.
Arthur Milton looked out of the window at the ocean. The grey waves were crashing against the beach.
"I hate seagulls," Arthur grumbled. "They steal chips. They scream. They are rude birds."
Michael Sterling sat next to him. He was watching a tactical video of Roberto De Zerbi on his tablet. The Brighton manager was a genius. He liked to bait the opponent. He wanted you to press him so he could pass around you.
"We cannot just run at them," Michael whispered. "If we run like wolves they will trap us."
"Wolves eat birds," Arthur argued. "It is nature."
"Not these birds," Michael said. "These birds play possession football."
The bus pulled into the Amex Stadium. It was a modern beautiful stadium but the wind was howling. The flags on the roof were snapping violently.
