"Højbjerg?"
"That is the other reason I am ringing. Højbjerg is done. Southampton took the 10 in the end. Signed a 4 year deal, went through an hour after Grealish."
"10. Not a penny more."
"Not a penny more, and here is the beauty of it, son, and you know it because you drew it up. We sold Mili to West Ham for 35 a fortnight ago, a 27-year-old holding midfielder, daylight robbery in our favour. And now we have replaced him with a 22-year-old who runs until his legs come off, for 10.
"Sell the old one for 35, buy the young one for 10, come out of it richer and better in the same window. If the rest of them ever worked out it was that simple they would all be at it."
"They can't be at it," I said. "They won't sell their best and back their own coaching."
"No, they will not. Anyway. That is your midfield legs. Neves and Kovačić and Højbjerg in the middle, McArthur behind them. That is not a survival midfield any more, Danny. That is a proper one."
