I take off my helmet and run my fingers through my hair, "that guy doesn't understand what he's doing wrong."
Evita: -walks up to the players fighting- Hush up, get along... If you're gonna be like this during the game we cheerleaders may as well not bother cheering for you lot
(bye) Emma: *runs into the locker rooms and sits down next to James* look you have to help us win this game. Please.