[Away dressing room. The Hawthorns. 17:42 GMT.]
Dougie shut the door behind him with his foot. Two paper cups in one hand and the analyst tablet in the other. He set the cups down on the bench between us.
"Pulis still makes the best away coffee in the league. The man cannot pick a striker but he can run a kettle."
"Cheers."
I drank some. He was right.
"Right."
"Right."
"Barcelona want Lucas back. Their fella rang Steve at half time. The loan ends in May and they're not extending. There's no fight in it. Lucas goes home in June."
"He played well today."
"He played ninety minutes and won the corner Dann scored from. Doesn't matter. Madrid let Carlo Ancelotti go and that didn't matter either. Lucas goes home in June."
"He doesn't know."
"He doesn't. May. Not before. He plays both Salzburgs and the cup semi. We do not turn a man into a lame duck in April."
"All right."
