Leo pulled the bib over his head and folded it onto the seat beside him, then reached for his jersey.
Jake was watching him with the kind of expression that had nothing to do with Leo and everything to do with the substitution board still in the fourth official's hands.
Leo recognised it immediately.
It was the first sub of the game, and Jake couldn't help but do the math on his possible introduction into the game.
Leo smiled at that, knowing he had done the same thing when Dawson called him up the first time.
He moved up to the space beside Dawson, who was already turning toward the touchline.
"It's all game management now," Dawson said, eyes on the pitch as he looped an arm around Leo's neck before they began walking towards the space beside the fourth official.
"A draw at home isn't a disaster, but it isn't what we want either. Don't let them think they can sit in and take it back to Kenilworth Road level." He paused. "But don't force it. If the pass is on, play it."
