“Should be better than this,” says George.
“I don’t expect anything better,” replies Andy, his pessimistic heart perversely gladdened that he’s been proven correct. He's not fooled by brief good form...
All around, voices rise in a crescendo and they’re momentarily shaken from their torpor but beaten back into their hoods by glacial raindrops.
“I knew we’d come good,” crows George, as the ball slides into the net in the dying seconds.
“And I had a tenner on them to score two,” Andy moans. His secret released with all that adrenalin.