"Attack!"
"Whoa! I can't believe he sent the center-back to play as a striker!"
"Diego is fired up!"
The Barnsley bench whooped and cheered as they saw the chaotic formation shift. They were now in a position to throw the kitchen sink at Liverpool so late into the game. All they needed was a loose ball in the box and there would be a guaranteed goal.
Michael Sterling headed up to the edge of the technical area, turning his gaze to Mateo Vega and awaiting eye contact. Michael tapped his left shoulder and tilted his tie, giving the signal for him to do as he pleased.
"Kyaa! Go Michael! Win it for us!"
A group of female fans in the front row called out, they were the marketing assistants from the office who had taken Arthur's "gift" seriously. Despite having the mind of a visionary, Michael still felt some embarrassment at the extra attention during a crisis.
