Carlo knocks on Brands door the following morning. How can I help you Carlo? Are you okay? You look terrible mate. Here have a seat, I'll get you some water.
Carlo starts incessantly mumbling over and over. "I'm f***ed, f***Ed."
"Speak up Carlo."
"I made a mistake. I made a mistake. Can you get me on a plane."
"No I can't do that Carlo. You're here for another 4 years remember."
"Nooooo...I can't do it. This club is toxic Marcel. I don't care about the money, my reputation....."
"Okay Carlo calm down, how many players do you need? I'll talk to Farhad, I promise."
Carol's left eyebrow reaches a new height as his nervous twitching suddenly stops. His stares with steely intent at Marcel and then replies...
"Eleven, Marcel, can Farhad sanction eleven?"