“You’re heading for the U20’s tour with the Irish squad in May, aren’t ya?” “Probably.” “Ask him for a few tickets,” Tony mouthed, nudging my arm. “I can’t do that,” I mouthed back, glaring at him. “Do it.” “No.” “Ask him.” “No.” “Do it for your boss.” “No.” “Fine. Do it for your future father-in-law.”
Period
