The first thing that everyone noticed was their height; all the Breswell players were small, and some were even tiny. Dillon made sure that he barged into practically every one of them as they went past. He wanted them to feel how strong he was. “Anyone seen Breswell?” he shouted, towering above them. “All I can see is this bunch of midgets! We want a proper game!” Some of the Breswell players were getting wound up but their coach quickly ushered them into their dressing room. “Give your answers on the pitch,” he told them as they filed past him. * “OK,” said Hansard, clapping his hands together as he got ready to send his team out for the big match. “Today is your opportunity to win a Cup Final,” he announced. “You will never get a better opportunity than this . . . But I only want winners out there, so if you don’t think you’re going to win, don’t bother leaving this dressing room.”
