“Oh, of course,” Kristoffer said derisively, rolling his eyes for Bingham’s benefit. “What is it with this country and everyone’s hard-on for the underdog?” He scoffed, eyes falling across some of the other cutouts in something close to disbelief. “I mean, what’s the point,” he asked - quite philosophically, if he did say so himself. “Why bother? They’re only setting themselves up for disappointment.”
He sniffed. “Hopefully the judging committee don’t have their hands bound by having to pick the team out of fairness,” Kris added with a snicker at the ludicrous thought. Imagine putting on some scrappy working class lad because he ‘deserved’ to have a little hope at a career he ought not even be able to afford? What if - worse - they picked a woman?
He sniffed. “Hopefully the judging committee don’t have their hands bound by having to pick the team out of fairness,” Kris added with a snicker at the ludicrous thought. Imagine putting on some scrappy working class lad because he ‘deserved’ to have a little hope at a career he ought not even be able to afford? What if - worse - they picked a woman?
