Edward
I stared at the clock on the wall for what felt like forever as the arms moved with such speed I wondered if they were out to get me. Each passing second squeezing my heart so tightly, that I wasn't sure if it was entirely wise of me to even be in the room any longer. I needed air but I knew if I moved out of sight for even a second Coach was going to be barking up my arse for not paying attention.
It wasn't like I needed too, each press conference was the same. Same dumbarse questions, same reporters wanting to start a rivalry between two teams and wanting to start up something the sport gossip columns could talk about until the next thing got their attention. I wanted to treat it like any other team interview, to throw it at the back of my mind and brush it aside but I felt just as agitated.
