Michael noticed that he was receiving a lot of confused looks from the cleaning staff thanks to the massive purple wine stain on his white shirt, yet he didn't care all that much.
In essence, he was a manager who had just conquered the billionaires of London, therefore he cared little about what others thought of his laundry.
The morning emails were as mind-numbing as usual, but thankfully he had Arthur Milton sitting next to him on the floor, organizing jelly babies by color, to ease his boredom.
After what seemed to be a lifetime of reading transfer offers for his players, the alarm for the afternoon training session sounded, eliciting a big stretch from Michael in response.
If it wasn't for the fact that he knew what being a stressed relegation-battler was, he probably would have whined and complained about the paperwork like he had in his first season.
