Now Bayern wanted to take him home.
"How serious are they?"
"Serious. And here's the part, son. The lad wants it."
God.
"He's not kicked up, mind," Dougie added. "No dummy out the pram, no agent leaking to the papers. Knocked on my door like a grown man and told me straight."
"Bayern's home. It's the one club he'd leave us for. Asked us not to make it a war, wanted me hearing it from him before I heard it off anyone else."
And that changed it. If Bayern were dragging him out against his will, I'd have had Dougie bolt every door in the building.
But the lad wanted it. And you don't keep a man who wants to be somewhere else. You get his price and you shake his hand.
"So what are we asking?"
"Eighty million."
I let that one sit alongside the sixty for Bojan.
Eighty million. For a lad I'd bought for five off a clause nobody else read. Sixteen times what we paid. This club had lost its mind and I loved it.
"And Bayern?"
