Saturday—10.54 A.M.
“Sorry, Cliff, I know, I know, cutting it fine. But I’m here now.” Evan rushed on the field and started stretching, trying to ward off the slight breeze that whispered coolness on his exposed limbs. He knew a few minutes of running around the pitch would soon dispel it.
“You look knackered, Evan. A late one was it?”
“Oh yeah, more like an early one, went on ’til about three. Don’t worry though, I’m up for it. Besides, the new guys can carry me, can’t they? Med students you said, so they’ll be young and fit. Which ones are they?”
Cliff gestured to the centre of the pitch, “Midfielder, Sammy, nice lad but a bit over-aggressive at times, keep him calm. And that’s Cameron in goal. Just as well, as Dave’s being transferred for work, so we need a replacement.”
Evan turn
