"Fuck me. I can already feel that the Premier League is calling."
A kit man with a grey beard muttered, wiping sweat from his forehead while hiding in the shade of the dugout. He was wearing a jacket with the initials 'LUFC' stitched on the chest.
"Dave, won't we get in trouble for sitting around and doing nothing like this? The warm-up is starting."
Next to him was a young intern with messy blonde hair and a bag of balls over his shoulder. His eyes seemed worried as he voiced his anxiety.
"Tim, you should know by now that Farke doesn't care since we're 2-0 up away from home. I'm sure he never even noticed us sitting here."
To his left, another staff member appeared and handed them both a bottle of Lucozade from the cooler. He had a warm smile on his face with a Leeds scarf tied around his wrist.
"But Dave, why would he even care if we watched? We're part of the team."
