Wednesday, 30th November 2022
"Fuck," Roy said, looking at the email.
"What?" Nate and Trent asked.
"Just got the-"
"Roy," Rebecca said, walking into the room. "Have you seen the email?"
"Just then," Roy said, standing up.
"What is the plan?"
"To tell us what you're talking about," Trent offered.
"We were just sent the fixtures for our first game of the FA Cup," Roy said.
"Manchester City – here," Rebecca said, running a hand down her dress.
Beard pushed his hat back on his head and Nate swore.
"It could be worse," Nate said, nodding.
"How the fuck do you get there?" Roy asked.
"We could be going to Manchester," he offered.
"Fuck!"
"Oh no, look at this guys," Sam said, voice coming through the door.
"Fucken' 'ell," Jamie said.
"The team knows," Roy said, walking towards the locker room. "Whistle."
"Manchester City," Sam said, sitting down.
"What?" Isaac asked.
Roy glared around the team until they stopped talking. "We are facing Manchester City in our first game of the FA Cup."
The team started talking loudly.
"Oi!" Roy called and there was silence. "What are we going to do differently because we are facing City?"
There was silence for a beat then Jamie strode over to stand next to Roy. "Fucking nothing."
"Fucking nothing," the team called out.
"Now, get the fuck out there for training," Roy told the team. Roy let his fingers brush Jamie's wrist is a small thank you.
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