Boot studs clicked against the tiles, laces being tugged, the low hum of chatter bouncing around the Wigan locker room.
Tendayi Darikwa sat at his stall, tugging the second boot tight when James McClean leaned over from the next seat, a smirk already tugging at his mouth.
"So," McClean began, voice carrying just enough to draw attention from the nearby lads, "how're the kids? They like that Nintendo thing I picked up for them?"
Darikwa glanced sideways, still adjusting his sock before answering.
"They liked it too much. Makes them lazier every day. Their mother's on top of it, though. At least she was—" he paused, a small grin flickering, "—but she's pregnant again. Needs to take it easier now."
McClean sat back, grin widening into full-blown mischief.
"Aye, look at this man. Two goals in life already, and about to bag a third!"
The locker room burst into laughter suddenly after hearing McLean's remarks.
