Connor
"Do you know the natioanl anthem lad?" Angus laughed as he strapped his thighs. "We are not going to entertain 'Blah, long live the King'!" The boys in the locker room burst out laughing as I finished lacing up my boots and making sure my spikes weren't loose.
"I've been practicing," I grinned, "I might start World War 3 if I sing the wrong song." That was something I had to get used too. For the past months I had been practicing the Scottish national anthem every chance I got, I knew all eyes were going to be on me when the moment came and I didn't want to look like an idiot mumbling words along to the tune hoping it looked right.
Hamish would constantly remind me that I was no longer an English player and if I dared even nod my head during their national anthem it would be considered high treason to our family. I didn't think it would be taken that seriously but at the same time sport fans were extremely unpredictable.
