“He’s one hell of a prospect you know,” said Vandervell.
“Really? He’s never said anything....”
“They’re the aristocracy, Comrade. They never boast. Sometimes you can’t help but like them.”
“How good is he?”
“He’s only fifteen. He has a County spot and is tipped for England perhaps.”
Shannon let out a sigh. She’d just seen the light. This was the reason Jasmine had come with her rent-a-team. It was simply to defeat the boy. He couldn’t play for the County if he went back to boarding school. If he was outclassed and humiliated here then maybe he wasn’t so good and maybe she could convince Spencer. She looked around for her. Curiously she was on the far side of the field where Prince Xavier was fielding. Even from this distance she could see she was pouting and posing. The prince didn’t
