'Number four. That was my dad's number.'
'Yes,' said Glenda. 'We know. Listen to 'em cheering, Trev.'
Trev looked like someone trying to find an escape clause. 'I've never even trained with the new football. You know me, it's always been the tin can.'
'It's a football. It's just a football,' said Nutt. 'You'll get the hang of it in a second.'
The former Dean strode up. 'Well, this is all very gratifying with a touch of welcome pathos, ladies and gentlemen, but it is time we continued this football match and I would be very grateful if all non-players could stand back behind the touchlines,' he said, shouting to make himself heard above the noise of the crowd.
Trev left Nutt at the goal. 'Don't you worry, Mister Trev,' said the orc, grinning. 'With me saving and you striking we can't lose. They won't get me the same way a second time.' He lowered his voice and grabbed Trev's shoulder. 'When it starts to get hot down this end, run like stink towards the other and I'll make sure you get the ball.' Trev nodded and walked across the turf to the cheers of the crowd.
The editor of the Times later reported as follows: At this point, United seemed to feel that they had a working strategy and poured every resource into the university side in a m
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