said Archie when Jamie got to work on Monday. “But if you wanted to borrow the mower, you only had to ask!” “What d’you mean?” asked Jamie. “Oh, doesn’t matter,” chuckled Archie, his laughter slowly subsiding. “Gaffer says they’re playing five-a-side today, so we need to move these goalposts over to that field. Follow me.” Jamie watched as Archie hauled the set of goals above his head and began the arduous trek to the other side of the training ground. Jamie tried to lift his goals. But they were seriously heavy; Jamie pulled, but he couldn’t get them off the ground. Archie looked around and waved him on impatiently. Jamie didn’t know what to do. There was no way he could say he was too weak. This was his job. Somehow, he had to lift these goals. He bent his knees and crouched down beneath the crossbar. He exhaled a few times, as he’d seen weightlifters do.
