
Nobody thrives in that environment quite so well as Monchi.

They were talking about the frenzy of it all, these months when the soccer world reshapes itself, how it never stops, how there is never time for anything else, how you have to ignore everyone else in your life. A few days before we meet, he was talking to the chairman of a club. He feels guilty about it: not just on a professional level, but a personal one. The vast majority go unread, swamped by more urgent arrivals. He replies in flurries, but only to the most pressing ones. By the time he has typed one reply, another dozen have landed.

In June, July and August, when the transfer market is open, he cannot keep up with the volume of messages he receives. Increasingly, this is how transfers are negotiated - the first sight of a contract or an offer for a player will be over WhatsApp - and it is Monchi’s preferred method of communication. There is a steady stream of calls, but a torrent of messages, mainly on WhatsApp.
