The next forty-eight hours were a dizzying, exhilarating blur.
The medical was a series of prods, pokes, and strenuous tests on a treadmill.
The paperwork was a mountain of contracts and clauses that made Leon's head spin.
But finally, it was done. He was officially a Liverpool player.
And then came the real chaos: Media Day.
Leon stood in a brightly lit studio at the AXA Training Centre, Liverpool's state-of-the-art facility.
He was wearing the iconic red home kit for the first time, the Liver bird crest sitting proudly over his heart. It felt... surreal. He had grown up watching legends wear this shirt, and now it was his.
A club official, a kind, bustling woman named Claire, walked in holding a freshly pressed jersey, his name emblazoned across the back in brilliant white.
"Here we are, Leon," she said with a warm smile.
"Your new number. Ready for the big reveal?"
Leon grinned, a thrill of anticipation running through him.
