Down on the touchline, Reyes sat and watched Leo place the ball on the turf.
His arms were folded beneath his thick puffer jacket, but after seeing the foul, an almost wretched smile formed on his face.
"...Fuck," he muttered before shaking his head.
James McClean, sitting right in the seat next to Reyes, turned toward him.
"What?"
At that, Reyes nodded toward Leo.
"Lucky bastardo."
McClean frowned before looking at the pitch and then back at Reyes.
"What are you talking about?"
Reyes snorted before nodding once more at the pitch where Leo was walking towards the spot of the kick.
"If what I've seen so far from him in training is anything to go by," he said, almost sighing, "then it's as good as a goal!"
McClean raised a brow before he turned and watched Leo take a couple of measured steps back from the ball.
"I've seen him stay behind after training when everyone else has gone home, and all he does is free kicks and shooting, like he's a striker or something!"
