I called the meeting for two o'clock.
Not the small room. The big one, the proper boardroom, because this was not a quiet word, this was a reorganisation, and there were thirty-odd people in it by the time the door went click. Everyone who ran anything.
Coaches, analysts, medical, sports science, academy, recruitment, ops. Sarah had it laid out before I'd said a word, the way she lays everything out, chairs squared, screen up, a printed sheet face down at every place that nobody was to touch yet.
I stood at the front and gave them the whole of it. The secondment. Morocco.
Signed Thursday, public Thursday, and not one syllable to leave the room till then, because forty pages were still flying between two sets of lawyers and a leak could still cost somebody their bonus and me my staff.
