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The room was dark and shady. The television was open but muted, limited to casting a light to the rest of his large living room. On the sofa, in the corner of the room, lied Reece. He wasn't really watching anything. Barely seeing the images interchange before his eyes. He turned his look on his laptop -actually sitting on his lap-. He glanced at the bottom right corner of the screen. 23:01 The transfer deadline day had just passed. He felt numb. Dumbfound. Stunned, like a deer staring the headlights of a speeding truck. He refreshed his twitter feed. The ITKs had suspiciously muted and the annoyed and annoying fans were complaining. Had Lemar signed for Arsenal? Was Coutinho a Barca player? Why wasn't Sanchez a City player? Had Drinkwater signed for Chelsea yet? Where was Van Dijk after all? Voices sounded in his head. He felt dizzy. For one last time, he mentally calculated this summer's net spend. The net spend league predicts the Manchester clubs...