A giant digital table sat in the center, glowing with blue and red dots.
Alex stood at the head of the table. He was moving the dots with his finger.
"The Press," Alex said. "It is a trap. Liverpool wants us to pass here." He pointed to the right back position. "If we pass there, they swarm. Three red shirts. Game over."
He looked at his squad. The Como players sat in rows, looking at the screen like students preparing for a final exam.
"So," Alex continued. "We do not pass there."
"Where do we pass?" Luca asked. "They cover everything!"
"We pass to the ghost," Alex said.
The room went silent.
Mark was sitting in the corner. He was wearing a hat that looked like a giant brain. (It was actually a pink swimming cap stuffed with cotton wool).
"I AM THE BRAIN!" Mark shouted. "I KNOW THE GHOST! HIS NAME IS CASPER! HE IS VERY FAST!"
"It is a metaphor, Mark," Alex sighed.
"METAPHORS WIN GAMES!" Mark yelled. "Also, I ate the red dot representing Salah. It was a skittle. Sorry."
