Russell Martin watched Leo cross the white line and immediately began thinking.
He'd seen what the kid could do before his injury through all the tapes he had requested in the days leading up to the game, but even with his injury, he knew Leo was a player he would have liked to have.
But it wasn't yet time for fantasies, not the time to praise the opponent player.
They weren't going to do a charity case, as a win to end the season wouldn't be the worst for their campaign.
"Harry," he bellowed above the noise in the DW as he turned towards the bench.
Harry Darling was on his feet before the second syllable, 189 centimetres of him unfolding from the dugout and making his way across.
Russell looped an arm around his shoulder as soon as he arrived, steering him slightly away from the rest, and spoke low and direct.
"We've got nothing to fight for today. No relegation battle, no promotion push. The stakes aren't ours."
