They followed Lindy to her parents’ table and, rather to Lindy’s indignation, discovered they were happily teamed up with another couple. ‘Don’t worry, Lindy,’ said Rachel. ‘We can form our own team. You said we can have up to six and maybe we can find someone who knows about sport before it starts.’ ‘So, how can we tell what one of them looks like?’ asked Beth, knowing she was being facetious. ‘Muscly legs? Dart-thrower’s arms? Or just any sort of football shirt?’ ‘Football shirt,’ said Rachel. ‘Now where shall we sit?’ ‘I don’t mind quizzes,’ said Beth when they had found a vacant table. ‘But I hate it if I feel I have to win. I never know anything.’ ‘Oh, we won’t win,’ said Lindy with confidence. ‘There are a couple of local families who are wildly competitive – they always win.’ ‘Cool!’ said Beth. ‘I’ll enjoy my night off and get mildly plastered.’ ‘You seem to have perked up a bit recently, Beth,’ said Lindy. ‘Any particular reason?’ ‘No, not really.
