Holster“Ladies and gentlemen, please turn off all mobile devices as we will shortly be departing the terminal,” came the announcement. Jarrod still had a few minutes of the extended highlights to go, and he was keen to see the last two goals. His polo shirt smelled of champagne and beer. It had been a glorious c****x to an amazing ten days in England, and Darlington were now in the Championship.
“Sir, can you please turn off your tablet?” insisted the flight attendant. Jarrod obliged. He’d see the rest later. For now, though, he had the wonderful memories of the game running around in his head. The lap of honour with the play-off trophy, celebrating the winning goal, embracing Gerry and Gary, and singing along with the fans. The celebrations in the changing room had been curtailed when D
