The red folder from Liverpool sat on Leon's coffee table like an unexploded bomb.
For two days, it had been the silent, dominant presence in his apartment.
He'd walk past it and feel its gravitational pull. He'd be watching TV and find his eyes drifting to its sharp, crimson corners.
That night, unable to sleep, Leon found himself sitting on the sofa in the dark, the folder open in his lap.
He stared at the profiles of the two players Liverpool were offering in exchange, Ibrahima Konaté and Trent Alexander-Arnold.
Both were world-class superstars. But it wasn't their faces he was thinking about. It was the two men he would be playing with.
He closed his eyes, and with the full, unfiltered power of his Vision, he ran the simulation.
