A junior paralegal stared down a commercial printer and valiantly cleared a paper jam to dispatch Manchester City's appeal. The defending champions finally fired back against the Premier League on Tuesday afternoon. She missed out on a panini, sacrificing her midday fuel for the badge.
That is the unrelenting hustle champions are built on. You do not win titles by rolling over when a commission finds you guilty of financial breaches. You put your head down. You draft nineteen separate motions of pure legal defiance.
The lead solicitor was visibly fired up outside the tribunal. "Our boys in litigation left everything out there on the mahogany," he shouted to a passing courier. "We looked at the verdict, laughed in its face, and executed a flawless procedural delay."
Pundits claim the club is just stalling a massive reckoning. Those observers do not understand the cardiovascular stamina required to bill four thousand hours a week. City will fight this ruling with the exact ruthless aggression they use to outspend the continent.
