MilitaryJarrod boarded the train at Darlington bound for Kings Cross. He found a spot for his Football Australia-branded suitcase and walked into the first-class carriage, up the aisle to his seat. There was Jan Haratounan, Socceroos teammate and Hearts forward, sitting asleep in the window seat with his head leaning awkwardly on the window. Jan and Jarrod had shared a room in their last Socceroos adventure that took them to Prague and Geneva for two top-class friendlies, and they had done some sightseeing together too. Jarrod gave Jan a nudge with his knee as he put his backpack above his head in the luggage rack.
“Terminus, terminus, all passengers disembark,” said Jarrod in a voice that was very much like the Fat Controller from Thomas the Tank Engine.
Jan’s eyes opened and he stared
