You make up for your error two minutes later, though. Latching on to a loose ball you’re through one-on-one with the keeper. You give ‘em the eyes. Sit ‘em down with a slight feint and slot the ball into the bottom corner. No mistake. Your first goal of the night. Coolness personified. You’ll play that back in your head all week at work. Some finish.
There’s another break in play as the ball’s once again smashed over the cage. A chance, then, for a drinks break. Non bibs are 8-3 up courtesy of a Jordan masterclass. The kid’s shit hot. Had trials once. You’ve forgot your water, again. It’s in the car. Luckily Sam’s brought a 2 litre bottle of Evian. The posh stuff. Someone’s doing well for themselves.