"You know," Jake started again after the laughter had died down, tossing a stress ball from hand to hand, "if you keep playing the way you are, you won't last long in the Championship."
Leo glanced up from where he was sitting, pulling a loose thread from his shorts.
"What's that supposed to mean?"
Jake shrugged, still tossing the ball.
"I mean, some club's gonna come swoop in and grab you. Wigan won't hold onto you forever."
Ezra raised his brows.
"He's got a point. You're already getting mentions on the Championship highlight shows, mate. 'The boy from the bench who changed the game.' That's how it starts."
Leo chuckled lightly, shaking his head.
"Come on. I haven't even done that much here. Four games off the bench, one goal, two assists, that's hardly world-class. Plus, I haven't shown anything that suggests this could be consistent as opposed to a good run of form."
Jake laughed.
