Chapter TwelveThe training field lay a little way off from the main academy building, past the hedgerow, and about half a mile from the path that led down to the river.
I could understand why nobody had ever taken me there before. After all, until now, I’d had no reason to be on the football training grounds.
The field itself was cut out of the other fields around it by four sets of stadium seats, and the grass was cut shorter, painted with the white lines of a football pitch. At either end were two large goals. The nets were pristine white and perfectly maintained as if they were changed regularly.
As my small group of friends and I followed Augustus through the tunnel created by adjoining stadium seats, I noticed a man standing at the far end of the pitch. He was short and stocky, wea
