Asher and Vincent both sported red kits, and the crowd’s excitement reached an audible crescendo when people noticed who was on the pitch. They studiously pretended the other didn’t exist, but at least they weren’t actively picking arguments with each other. I tamped down a laugh when I noticed how they performed the exact same stretches at the exact time in the exact same manner. Like I said, they were more alike than they cared to admit.
