Ole Gunnar Solskjær sat at his desk, his eyes glued to the laptop screen. He had called Woodward again, asking for the latest player files. "Where is it? We're running out of time here," he had pressed earlier. But Woodward, as usual, had given him the same excuse.
"Hold up, Ole. With the pandemic, I've been busy. I'll get the files over to you soon," Woodward had said, his tone brisk.
Ole's sigh of frustration lingered in the air as he shut his laptop for a moment, staring out of the window. Manchester United's season had been a rollercoaster, but the truth was, they needed fresh blood. And he had already started thinking about a player that caught his attention—the kid who had taken the FA Cup by storm.
David Jones.
Since the match, Ole had become obsessed with watching every clip, every goal, every assist. His pace was electrifying, his dribbling had an elegance to it, and his maturity in front of goal was something Ole hadn't seen from a player so young in years. His eyes gleamed with a mixture of excitement and hunger. He could already see the impact this player would have at United.
His hand hovered over the keyboard, ready to shoot off another email to Woodward, but before he could, the sound of the front door creaked open. It was his wife.
"Ole, I told you, there's a pandemic going on," she said, her voice slightly exasperated. "You don't have any work right now. Why don't you spend some time with the family?"
"I'm coming, I'm coming," Ole muttered absentmindedly, his gaze still fixed on the screen. He didn't want to turn away from the thoughts of signing the kid. He had to get this right. The whole future of the club might depend on it.
His wife moaned in frustration. "You and your work, always glued to that thing."
She walked out, but Ole barely registered it, his mind consumed by the thought of adding David to United's squad. As the minutes passed, his obsession with the idea deepened.
Suddenly, a new email notification popped up on the screen. It was from Jonathan—a man claiming to be the agent of David Jones. Ole's heart skipped a beat. He stared at the name on the screen, his pulse racing. This was it. This was the moment that could change everything.
"Yes," he whispered to himself, jumping out of his chair. He quickly opened the email. The subject line read: "Re: David Jones – Transfer Inquiry."
A grin spread across his face as he read through the message. His excitement only grew with every word. "This is it," he muttered, barely able to contain his joy. Without hesitation, he quickly typed a response, practically salivating over the thought of bringing this talent to the club.
Meanwhile, across town, Jonathan, the agent, was in the exact opposite situation. He sat hunched over a small laptop in his rundown motel room, using the neighbor's wifi after a few hours of waiting outside the building to catch a signal. His life had become a series of struggles and scrapes. The pandemic had been both a curse and a blessing. On one hand, it had stopped his landlord from chasing him for rent, but on the other, it had stopped his ability to hustle and make money.
He had been surviving on one meal a day, sometimes less, scraping by with the "borrowed" money he had taken from former clients. Life had become a grind, a series of desperate attempts to make it through each day. But in this moment, everything changed.
He had just opened his laptop, browsing mindlessly, trying to find something, anything, that could lead him to a deal. That's when he saw the email pop up. The subject line read: "Re: David Jones – Transfer Inquiry."
His heart nearly stopped. He clicked open the email with trembling fingers, unsure of what to expect. The words in the email sent shockwaves through him.
"Dear Jonathan, we are very interested in David Jones. Let's arrange a meeting to discuss the possibility of a transfer to Manchester United."
Jonathan's eyes went wide. His jaw dropped. His mind raced. This was the break he had been waiting for. The opportunity of a lifetime. He quickly scanned the email again, almost in disbelief, as he rubbed his face, wondering if he was dreaming.
He stood up abruptly, the sound of his chair scraping against the cheap motel floor startling him. He looked around the small room, taking in the peeling wallpaper and the dim, flickering light. It was all so surreal. How had David gone from playing in the FA Cup to possibly signing with one of the biggest clubs in the world?
He leaned against the wall, trying to steady himself as his hands shook. This wasn't just a big opportunity—it was a life-changing one. And it had come at the most unexpected of times. Jonathan's stomach twisted with a mix of anxiety and excitement. His career had been nothing short of chaotic, but now, with this email, everything had the potential to change.
Ole Gunnar Solskjær's excitement for David Jones was matched only by Jonathan's realization that his entire life could turn around with a single deal.