And that emotion was fear, the sense of dread they felt when they realised how successful we had become. We were champions of England at all age groups, we were nailed on favourites to win the UCL (and did), only the dips looked remotely like stopping us from another PL title (and they didnt) and with Messi and Ronaldo on the wane we had signed the next global superstar for just £51m. Commercially, we had achieved club record revenues and profits. The PL absolutely shit their collective panties big time. And in full pre IFR panic mode Masters crumbled under pressure from that devious litte shit Levy and pressed the 115 go button.