“Mumford can I…who’s this?” A tall greying man came across and you made yourself not stare at him. He was tall and clearly fit, a silver cross hanging around his neck.

“My daughter. Meet Deacon, he’s on 20-David. They’re the second best team, after mine of course.”

“Nice to meet you.” You held out your hand and shook his, his large one enveloping yours.

“Likewise. He mentioned you’d met, it’s nice to have you around. Welcome to the madness.”