Theo
The second the siren rang for the end of the game, I bolted back into the change rooms. There was no way I was wasting time shaking the other players' hands, even if it made me look like a bad bloke. Tom laughed as I sped past him.
I had a cold shower because I didn’t want to wait for the water to warm up. I felt the freezing cold water tense my already wired muscles and my skin covered in goosebumps instantly. In what felt like an hour-long shower but was really two minutes, I tried off and chucked my clothes on. I had decided on a pair of black jeans and a dark brown t-shirt. I looked in the mirror briefly to tousle my damp hair and double check that I looked presentable before leaving the change rooms. Swinging my bag over my shoulder, I practically bowled down my teammates who
