Alex Finch sat in his Madrid office. The view was spectacular. The Bernabeu was a colosseum of white.
But his desk was empty.
He had resigned.
After winning La Liga and the Champions League (again), he felt... done. He had conquered England. He had conquered Spain. He had conquered the world.
"What now?" Alex asked the empty room.
The door opened.
Mark walked in. He was wearing a detective's trench coat and holding a magnifying glass.
"I AM SEARCHING FOR CLUES!" Mark announced. "WHERE IS THE NEXT ADVENTURE? IS IT UNDER THE RUG? IS IT IN THE FRIDGE?"
"There is no fridge in here, Mark," Alex said.
"That is a clue!" Mark whispered. "The mystery of the missing fridge!"
Rico walked in. He was wearing a Hawaiian shirt and holding a surfboard.
"Brazil?" Rico suggested. "Copacabana. Samba. Sand."
"Too hot," Alex said.
"Germany?" Mark asked. "Sausages. Beer. Efficiency."
"Done that," Alex said. "Bayern was fun, but..."
