This was a lot of information at once. Cash did better with things delivered in measured tones; very few people were passionate in his direction, and he was not sure what to make of it when they were. It was sort of intriguing.

He looked confused: his eyebrows were a little drawn together, and it took him a moment to focus on the newspaper clipping. Cash thumbed it before he replied. "You don't need to worry about it," he said, although he was not sure what to say beyond that.

"But I don't even know if I'll be on the World Cup Team."

Did he even want to try out for that? He hadn't thought about it yet.

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