Dynasty Awakening: Building My Own Football Empire-Chapter 271: Purple Ghost
A day after Barnsley’s final training session, a clear but moderately grainy image surfaced online mid-morning, snapped outside a private terminal at Leeds Bradford Airport.
In it was Michael Sterling, suit jacket over his shoulder, sunglasses on, stepping onto a private jet with the Barnsley crest on the tail.
Madrid.
Or was it?
On any other day, it might have gathered thousands of likes like posts about the Misfits always did, as well as the usual memes, but the timing, with the Real Madrid offer still fresh, blew everything out of proportion.
Within minutes, the image was everywhere.
Cropped.
Zoomed.
Circled.
Captioned.
And everybody had something to say.
"He’s gone."
"Adios Michael."
"No City game then?"
The comments piled up faster than most posts could manage in a year.
A day before the biggest game of the season, and already on a jet.
To a certain corner of the internet, that was enough.
The conclusion wrote itself.
Barnsley’s biggest game of the season was coming up, Manchester City away at the Etihad, and their manager, the visionary Architect, was away in the city of tapas and Galacticos.
Speculating eventually became the way to go as some fans brushed it off, saying it meant nothing and that things were just being taken out of proportion—maybe Kenji was just sending him on a scouting trip.
Others were less patient.
They read the silence as confirmation, and by the afternoon, the debate had made its way onto Sky Sports News.
In one studio session, Gary Neville leaned back slightly and left the talk to Jamie Carragher on the show.
"That’s really bad of him," Jamie said, leaning forward, palms flat on the table.
"I know what weight Real Madrid carries for most managers, and so his leaving to negotiate is okay, but for what I’ve been expecting of the lad, this is really unprofessional."
"It’s happened before, and we’ve seen managers leave right after the season ends, but not before the final game."
Gary didn’t flinch, putting on a smirk and then addressing the latter’s words.
"We don’t actually know that’s where he’s going," he replied calmly.
"It could be something else. It could be Kenji sending him to buy a new striker. People are jumping to conclusions."
Jamie shook his head, then pointed across the desk.
"You’re only saying that because you want him to stay in the league so United have someone to laugh at."
A ripple of laughter moved through the studio after that as even Gary chuckled.
"Come on," Gary shrugged. "That’s lazy."
"You know exactly what you’re doing," Jamie shot back. "No Michael on the touchline, Barnsley crumble. Simple as that."
The host stepped in before it tipped further.
"Let’s bring it back," he said, voice measured.
"Whether it’s Michael’s choice or the club’s, the reality is this. Barnsley are a chaotic side without Michael and a dangerous one with him on the touchline. This Manchester City side need a win to secure the title, and if things are to really go on as suggested, chances are they walk it."
The camera pulled back as he continued.
"This fixture changes drastically depending on whether the Purple Klopp is in the dugout."
From London, the conversation carried north.
At the Etihad Campus, the mood was quieter yet nonetheless cagey.
Pep Guardiola stood near the edge of the training pitch, arms folded, eyes fixed on a group of players running through a positional drill.
His assistants hovered close, all in thought, before one moved closer.
"If he’s truly gone, we can play the normal game, yeah?"
Pep didn’t answer immediately.
He rubbed at his bald head, gaze still forward.
"And if he stays?" another assistant asked.
Pep finally turned.
"Then we suffer if we are not ready."
A brief calculative pause followed as he stayed in thought.
"There’s the Chaos-proof structure we discussed," the first assistant said carefully. "Control the transitions."
"But it costs us creativity."
Pep chuckled at that, snorting a bit.
"What ’Chaos proof’ plan? It was only a countermeasure I suggested to reduce the damage of that Kaito Tanaka."
"And if he plays,
He exhaled, then gave a small, decisive shrug.
"Let’s just prepare for both situations."
The assistants leaned in as he continued.
"Tell the boys after this that we are going to extend sessions. And after the Barnsley game, they will get a week of rest. If we win the title."
One of them smiled faintly.
"They won’t love that."
Pep allowed himself a thin grin.
"They don’t need to love it, but they will love the trophy."
The rest of the week passed in a strange, stretched quiet.
The Barnsley football club still didn’t release anything, not even a training session photo showing Michael shouting at Diego, and Michael did the same.
Just one post, dropped late one evening on Instagram.
It was a still image of a purple jelly baby sitting on a tactic board.
No caption and no location tag.
That was enough to send people spiraling.
Fans zoomed in, adjusted contrast, and argued about the flavor.
Someone pulled up the metadata and swore the IP address matched a hotel in Madrid. Another section swore it was a Travelodge in Barnsley.
Then the day arrived.
Manchester woke up under a grey sky, rain threatening to soak the streets.
By late morning, purple shirts began to appear in clusters.
On trams.
Outside pubs.
Along the walkways leading toward the Etihad.
The team news dropped just after noon, and there it was.
Barnsley FC. Manager: Michael Sterling.
"I told you," one fan said, nudging his mate as they walked. "Never doubted him."
Another shook his head, grinning.
"Had us all going, though, didn’t he? The magnificent bastard."
Inside, the Etihad filled quickly. The atmosphere was tense; a title was on the line for City, and European glory for Barnsley.
Down in the tunnel, the players formed their lines.
Kaito Tanaka stood near the back, his hamstring fully healed thanks to the Elixir, doing small hops.
Diego Nunez was at the front, staring at Erling Haaland like he wanted to eat him.
Michael Sterling stood near the entrance, adjusting his purple tie. He looked calm. Too calm.
"Good afternoon and welcome," the commentator said, voice cutting cleanly through the roar.
"What a fixture we have to end the season. Manchester City against the Misfits of Barnsley. And what a build-up it’s been."
The camera lingered as Michael walked onto the pitch, shaking hands with the fourth official.
"There was speculation all week," the analyst added. "Is he in Madrid? Is he gone? Well, there he is. In the flesh."
Michael glanced up briefly, eyes scanning the stands while Pep and he met at the edge of the technical area.
Pep smiled, a genuine, warm smile. "I thought you were learning Spanish, Michael."
Michael grinned back. "I prefer Yorkshire pudding to Paella, Pep."
They shook hands, the respect palpable.
Eventually, the teams took their positions, and a moment later, City kicked off.
The opening minutes were sharp, almost aggressive in their rhythm.
No one wanted to be bold first.
Manchester City moved the ball cleanly through midfield, trying to draw Barnsley out but the Misfits stayed patient, not falling for the whims of Pep’s side, until they gained possession.
Then Kaito Tanaka touched the ball for the first time.
It came from Mateo Vega, who rolled gently into his path near the right touchline.
Kaito took it on the half-turn and immediately burst forward.
Nathan Ake stepped out to meet him, but Kaito went past him like he wasn’t worth the effort. The Elixir had done its work; he looked faster than ever.
Rodri, seeing this, shifted across immediately, closing the lane, but Kaito nudged the ball ahead and forced him to turn, but not cleanly because Rodri got a toe in, just enough to deflect the ball loose.
Kaito chased it down, recovered, and laid it back to Arthur (who was technically the assistant but Michael counted him as a spiritual player) on the bench before resetting.
After this, City answered with their own spell of possession, keeping the ball away from the Misfits until a chance showed up after De Bruyne found space between the lines and clipped a pass into Haaland, who tried to spin Vladimir.
Vladimir stood firm, chest out, and forced him sideways with a ’Hidden Thorn’ nudge before Jan Visser collected the loose ball moments later and slowed things down.
Then Barnsley came again.
Diego Nunez drove forward from deep, shrugging off a challenge and feeding Mateo the next second.
Mateo, with the ball in tow, carried it straight at the defense, forcing three shirts to narrow around him while Victor Osimhen peeled away to the left, hand raised, but he still kept it.
At the edge of the box, he checked his run and slipped the ball wide to Kaito, who had ghosted into space.
Kaito struck first time.
His shot skidded low and true, but Ederson was down quickly, pushing it wide with a strong right hand, earning a wave of groans from the away end.
"What a start we’ve had to this game," came the commentary as Michael Sterling recovered the ball on the touchline, juggling it once before throwing it back to a City player.
