A Friday night Twitter transfer rumour frenzy is picking up steam. This is the way of things but particularly so on international weeks when the digital cottage industries built around big clubs is extra desperate for something, anything to feed on.
Eight times zones behind, the man whose name and face is all over timelines strolls through a Los Angels hotel lobby, past a phalanx of hyper-online teenage gymnasts with accompanying coaches at check-in and ambles up a staircase. Jonathan David is not in a hurry.
