CHAPTER ELEVEN

"Okay I didn't understand what he meant by a letter arriving but I needed to hurry to find out. Highest points? That sounded like me and also not at the same time.

"Come come. I made your favourite. Lasagna" he said as I walked out if the room was refreshed.

He made an elaborate show of opening the cover and the smell of herbs and meat hit my nostrils. I loved lasagna.

It wasn't long before we were clearing our dishes and shoving them in the dishwasher. Then we moved to the living room

Coach had a paper with a list of questions he wanted to ask me, I immediately realised his behaviour was so me. I would do something like that if I feared forgetting what I wanted to say or ask

"How badly were your injuries?" He asked first.

I was curious as to why he wasn't asking me to just tell him in full every single detail of what happened

"I broke a rib or two. I had some scrapings. It made things painful for a while before it healed" I replied

"How bad were the injuries of some of the players?"