[Beckenham. Saturday April 14. 09:00 BST.]
Sarah read the lineup off the clipboard at the team meeting.
"Fletcher. Mitchell, Tomkins, Hannam, Lucas. McArthur, Morrison. Olise, Eze, Zaha. Pato."
The room did not say anything for a beat.
Five academy lads in the starting eleven. The front three with nine days of rest on their legs between them after the Salzburg first leg. One Premier League debut in goal. The lads in the stand had not been expecting to be in the stand.
Ryan Fletcher was sat in the front row. He had not said a word since I had walked in. His hands were on his thighs and his thighs were not moving.
"Ryan."
"Gaffer."
