"That's lucky, eh? I'm at Puddlemere myself." It would be his first time in a professional stadium in any capacity and he was excited enough just about that. Regardless of whether he made the national team he'd have achieved a personal goal just by showing up. "Can't b'lieve it's happenin' really." That was the understatement of a century. He took a large sip of his drink and wished he'd not broached the subject after all, now he was starting to get nervous about it.
Eyeing up this magnificent set eh? MJ sold her soul to Satan's graphic designer. I wish he'd take mine too.