Alex Finch sat behind the desk. He wore a crisp white shirt with the Real Madrid crest. He looked calm.
Next to him sat Mark. Mark was wearing a suit, but he had paired it with a bright red tie that had little lightning bolts on it. He was also eating a croissant.
"Mr. Finch," a journalist from Marca asked. "You are the youngest manager in Real Madrid history. Do you feel the pressure?"
Alex adjusted the microphone.
"Pressure is a variable," Alex said smoothly. "Like wind speed or friction. You account for it. You calculate it. And then you play."
The journalists scribbled furiously. The Professor is back.
"And you, Mr. Speed," a journalist from L'Equipe asked. "What is your role exactly? 'Director of Velocity'?"
Mark swallowed his croissant.
"I make them fast," Mark said seriously. "I teach them the art of the zoom. The science of the woosh."
"Can you elaborate?"
