Jimmy’s Ordeal Roddy threw his dirty kit into the washing basket. It was starting to become a habit to meet up in the team talk room after a match, so as soon as he was dressed, Roddy went through to see who was there. A lot of people had gone to get their tea first, but Keira was slumped at the table looking happy but exhausted. Roddy grabbed a cup of water and went over to join her. “That’s the hardest we’ve had to work so far,” he said. “But it was a great result. Don’t you think, Jimmy?” he added to his friend, who had just appeared. Jimmy didn’t reply. Instead he sat down with his head bowed. “You were great today,” Roddy went on. “You won the match for us. I still can’t believe we did it… Jimmy?” There was no reply. Instead, Jimmy just sat there. Roddy felt a horrible sense of misgiving. He’d been fine during the match, and afterwards. What could possibly be wrong now? Roddy touched Jimmy’s arm. “Are you OK?” Jimmy didn’t look at Roddy, he just handed him a crumpled piece of paper.
