Thirty minutes is consumed in arriving at Madrid, the Alla Madrid administrative headquarters which has the training base and stadium for playing matches close by.

"We will meet Imikah after the meeting." Wenton reminds his girl who grabs his arms gently and gives him an admiring look, then a smile. He goes amused, instead of the response he was expecting, he is getting this.

"I think I wouldn't be allowed to go right in for the meeting with you?" She asks.

"Yes, because you aren't a footballer nor an intending one." His lips parts into a slight grin.

"What if I become one?" She asks in a sarcastic tone. Wenton,...