The week following his impulsive "yes" to Liverpool was the most stressful, guilt-ridden, and utterly silent week of Leon's life.
He felt like a ghost haunting his own victory.
His phone, usually a source of joy and connection, became an instrument of torture.
It was constantly buzzing with the "Inter Champions" group chat, a place that had been his happy haven and was now a minefield of his own guilty conscience.
[Julián Álvarez]: Okay, serious question for the off-season. If a footballer goes on holiday, but he dreams about football, is he still technically working?
[Lautaro Martínez]: Julián, I am on a beach. My wife is handing me a refreshing beverage. Do not make me think about the legal ramifications of dream-based employment.
[Cole Palmer]: Pretty sure dream overtime is only paid out in sheep.
Leon would see the messages, a small, sad smile touching his lips, and he just couldn't bring himself to reply with his usual banter.
