Page 52 of Playing for Keeps
Steven managed to keep his mouth closed. It was simply Howard rambling.
“Thank you, Howard.”
Howard got up and nodded. Steven watched him leave the room. Howard didn’t walk. He strode.
After the door closed, Steven turned to Javier.
“Seems like he’s on top of things. I’m pleased he’s helping Udo.”
“Are you?”
Steven frowned. “Of course I am. Why wouldn’t I be?”
“How pleased?”
What the fuck is he talking about?
“If you have something to say, it’s probably best if you spit it out.”
“Are things going deeper with you and Udo than football?”
Steven gripped the laptop he had on his knee. “What?”
“You heard me, Steven.”
“Of course not.”
He hated lying to Javier. However, at the moment, Steven had no choice.
“Okay.”
“Why do you say that?”
“Forget it,” Javier said. “You always say I go with my gut instinct too much. I’m obviously losing my touch. Now, let’s get the formation sorted for Saturday. I want Canonbury to beg for mercy.”
Steven let him ramble on about who to play in the starting line-up. He needed a second to let his heartrate return to normal. Now he really did need to speak to Udo.
They were walking through the market in the centre of Brockton. If Howard wanted Udo to be seen by the locals, Steven couldn’t think of a better opportunity. A few people acknowledged them. The butcher had complimented Udo on his goal, which had made him beam. Steven’s heart felt fit to burst. When Udo had that expression on his face, Steven saw the young boy he’d once been.
He led Udo toward the fruit and vegetable stall.
“This is much more fun than the supermarket,” Udo said.
Steven nodded at a couple of guys as they passed. It had been a big news story when he’d come to Brockton. Thankfully the fans had taken him to their hearts almost immediately. His record now spoke for itself.
It was vital that Udo got them on side. Once those cheers were his, Jamie wouldn’t have a problem with his place in the squad.
“Howard was talking to me and Javier today,” Steven replied. “He wants you to be seen out and about a bit more.”
Udo raised an eyebrow. “Really?”
“Oh brace yourself. He’s got a whole PR plan for you.”
“Ugh. I hate that shit.”
“You should probably do it.”
They reached the stall.
