There is no justification.
Cuntoli the Clown woke up with a thumb up his ass, realizing that the Mercato was drawing to a close, and made some calls - other clubs were like fuck off with your proposals you bellend fucking cunt, so he was desparate. Creaming his pants and begging like a homeless hobo, he went to Newcastle (who may have promised him first dibs on Tonali - as if), but that he'd have to take Floyd Smelly off their filthy hands. Cuntoli, after being twisted and warped like a stale taco in an obese Mexican hooker's hand, caved in and acquiesced to their demands, and here we are: 18+ million for a Shawema vendor from the West Midlands.