NumberThe teams were coming in from their warm-up. Jarrod noticed Temuri, at least he thought it was him, having only spoken to the back of his shiny head earlier in the day. He gave a wave which Jarrod returned. Jarrod then watched as he walked over to a tall, thin character and knew exactly who it was. That f*****g Yannick Lefevre. Yannick was engrossed in his phone for a moment and looked as though he was hurriedly completing something before looking up with an air of satisfaction at having completed his task and patting Temuri on the back with a smile. Jarrod winced. What was that lowlife doing here? He just couldn’t shake him.
The referee for today, a stern-looking but attractive lady, caught up with Jarrod as they walked into the tunnel area.
“G’day, Jarrod,” she said, softening he
