North Stand, in the private box.
McCabe sat here with his family, watching the game while eating their dinner and sipping red wine as usual.
"This guy."
McCabe wiped his mouth with a napkin, shaking his head and pouting, "Another 300,000 pounds in bonuses, earning it so effortlessly."
"Haha..." His wife and children burst into laughter; no one would think McCabe truly meant it. Seeing Ma'el's state improving, his heart should be secretly delighted.
"What about it?"
Little daughter Isabella took a sip of red wine and mischievously said, "Why don't you start special training now and experience the life of a player?"
Another burst of laughter sounded until the team played a threatening attack below, and attention focused on the field.
"Mark Yates!"
Isabella saw the ball holder entering the penalty area, finding a shooting angle, she stood up with her arms wide open, ready to celebrate.
