Valcke paused and looked at Blatter and Nichols.
The former's old face looked as disgusted as if he had swallowed a fly, while the latter pretended to look away, probably trying hard to hold back a smile. This was too outrageous! Was there ever such a sickening request?
"Agree to it!" Blatter waved his large hand dismissively. After all, he was a politician, and shamelessness was a basic qualification.
"So it's settled?" Valcke asked again.
Blatter nodded. "You will personally lead a team to London. Bring the legal team along, and while you're at it, bring the Golden Ball Award, the Puskás Award, and the Best XI Award to him too."
He wanted to solve all the problems in one fell swoop.
"Oh, right," Blatter added. "Discuss it with Arsenal too. When the time comes, announce to the public that he's injured."
Valcke and Nichols both nodded in unison. They really wanted to laugh. Injured? What a perfect, versatile excuse!
