In Milan, just before the Champions League press conference officially began, Richard sat in the back row as usual with Marina Granovskaia. They were about to follow the normal interview routine when, suddenly, a young man slipped into the empty seat beside Richard.
At first, Richard didn't think much of it. Probably just another journalist trying to get a better spot. But then the young man turned to him and said quietly, "Sir, hello."
Richard was caught off guard, and Marina immediately frowned. She was about to scold the young man for interrupting the press conference, but Richard lifted a hand, stopping her just in time.
He finally got a proper look at the stranger.
Piers Morgan.
But a younger version—sharp eyes, a crisp business shirt, dark blazer; the classic late-90s media-editor look.
Richard glanced down at the man's name tag.
Daily Mirror.
'I see,' Richard thought.
