JACK MOB

Good luck for Clasico! I’m watching the game on the TV and doing live text commentary for the newspaper website! Give it everything you’ve got (that way you won’t have enough energy to give Hawks too much of a thrashing on Weds). It’ll be soooo weird seeing you play at Hawkstone – for the opposition.

Jx

P.S. I’m REALLY looking forward to seeing you after the game on Wednesday night.P.P.S. No need to be nervous for Clasico… It’s just a game. J :)

 

 

Jack always repeated that phrase – “It’s just a game” – when she could tell Jamie was nervous about a match. Of course they both knew it wasn’t true, but somehow when Jack said it, it soothed Jamie’s concerns.

Jamie could feel the smile taking over his face but he tried not to show it, as the other players would immediately latch on to it and start mocking him. The Barça players all said they could tell whenever Jamie was texting Jack because the same stupid grin appeared on his face every time! On a couple of occasions he’d even been forced to call them all a bunch of nincompoops because they had teased him so much.

Jamie touched his lips. Sure enough, they were curving upwards, lifted by Jack’s words, and the fact that he only had three more sleeps before he would get to see her.

He allowed himself one final look at the text before he turned off his phone and put it into his locker.

It was time get changed.

It was time to get serious.

It was time to play Real Madrid.