RoversJarrod surveyed the changing room. Wes gave him a wink; Connor was already fully kitted out and was nervously pacing around. Freddie was wrapping his ankle in a bandage, chatting to himself to get pumped for the game ahead. This was a group of players that he loved. He had left them once already and only the lure of his beloved Newcastle United had been enough to tease him away. This time though he had a post-career opportunity to set himself up for life, a move to his home country to potentially put down new roots—it was almost a clean slate. A quick nudge from physio Sash snapped Jarrod from his thoughts.
“Are you getting ready tonight or what?” asked the puzzled Sash. He was used to Jarrod fiddling with his ankle brace at this stage of the pre-match routine. Jarrod used that as t
