There’s a little sigh, an involuntary action that you hear yourself give, it’s a resigned sounding breath, just out your nose.
The last time at time of writing I was aware that I’d caught myself doing this was on a train last week. The trolley bundled by and being one of those rare occasions I wasn’t pictured with a beer in front of me but a book (The Secret Life Of Freddie Mills) I asked for a coffee.
Because the steward wallah was multitasking my request with at least four others I kept more than half an eye on him to make sure I got my black coffee as per my instruction, ‘but please just fill half the cup with water’.
What I witnessed was a the paper cup brought to the on trolley kettle and almost in a slight of hand manoeuvre one of those small sachets of coffee you get in hotels and b&b trays was torn, the correct measure of water splashed in and a request for £2.50 made.
Normally the source of the ground broken dust is out of sight. Normally a tab within the cup is pulled away and your coffee is magicked before you.
The sigh released itself and I fought a smirk as I realised that I could have pocketed but left in my wake probably £20,000 worth or more of coffee sachets over the last 30 years or so.
Now we all know the margins on boiling water and ground coffee make a special kind of alchemy, but there’s usually some theatre to distract. A big whooshing Italian looking machine. Some hipster asking you for a false name. Two inch square – squares of flapjack that are very nearly the price of a pint.
The first solid enquiry for Toby Alderweireld is in. Gladys understands that the request to talk to the player is from another Premier League side. She doesn’t know just how kosher this club have been and if the player has been involved in any indirect discussions.
My feeling is that Toby’s representatives are about to do a cup of coffee on a train type reveal on the Bald Weirdo and let him know precisely how much their boy’s market worth is.
Just like Bonzo’s did. Just like Rose’s will do. Just like what happened when all the other superstars left.
Did Levy let out a little sigh, or had he
already done that when he was forced into shelling out for Sanchez?