CHAPTER 3
LUKE DIDN’T REALLY get American football. Why did everything take so long? He wasn’t that keen on English football either, or soccer as everyone here called it, but at least they got on with it. The Yanks spent more time standing around than actually playing.
And there we go… Stopped again.
The cheerleaders were all right, even if they weren’t a patch on Mack, but after a while, Luke got sick of watching them shake their pompoms. A quick glance around the room showed everyone else was into the game, judging by the enthusiastic way they shouted at the screen every time one of the man-mountains moved. Or maybe the lack of enjoyment was a British thing? Like him, Emmy came from England, and Luke had caught her looking bored earlier too.
But where was she now? Her seat was empty,
