The rhythm was still pumping through Jamie in training the next day. And it felt good.

One touch – one small, spinning nick off the outside of Jamie’s boot to set up Major for a sweet strike even drew applause from Godal. That almost never happened. At most, Jamie had heard Godal emit a kind of birdlike whistle when he admired a move or a passing sequence but, following this flick, Godal had actually briefly stopped the game to explain to the other players why Jamie’s touch had been so effective.

“You see,” he’d stated, wrapping his arm around Jamie as he spoke. “With one stroke of the ball, he has killed three defenders. Bravo!”

That was the moment that Jamie sensed it.

He was going to be in the team on Sunday. And what was more, he had a feeling in his boots that he was going to do something special.