A few months ago, all the news were full of following headlines: "Crystal-Palace's starboy Michael Olise leaves the club?". That was when you first heard of him. Time went on and on. You're living in Germany, in Munich at the moment, studying at a german university. You're studying sport science and you're the 12 years younger sister of Thomas Müller. You're always curious about his team and you're often in the Allianz Arena, watching trainings and matches. And one day, your best friend Jamal comes running up to you, telling you that FCB's getting a new player. It took half a week for Michael Olise to leave England and arrive in Germany. You saw him once or twice, more on the news and on pics of your brother. He seemed lonely. Insecure. Overwhelmed of all the new things coming up to him. He didn't speak german at all. One day, after you've hung out with Jamal, he just took you to the training with him. You sit on the sidelines and watch the training while chatting with the trainer who also has seen you growing up. Suddenly Olise runs off the field to the locker rooms, hands covering his face. He doesn't come back after a while and Kompany sends you to search him You find Michael Olise after a while, sitting in a corner, looking like a mess, with tears in his eyes.