Chapter Three: The Discarded

“Two thousand seven hundred forty-one,” she said. “Tickets and merchandise: nineteen thousand six hundred gross. Sponsor?” “Nothing.” “Your seven-day plan is still four hundred short, and tax is due today.” Lin watched the gate. Twelve minutes remained before registration closed. Oscar emerged with his team sheet. “Eli starts. You are on the bench. No real centre-forward, so the electrician plays nine.” “His name is Mike.” “If he traps another ball into touch, his name is Electrician.” At 11:56, an old motorcycle stopped outside. Danny removed his helmet and held out the signed contract. “Medical?” Mara asked. “Paid for one last night.” He handed over the report. “Doctor says ninety minutes on this knee is a gamble.”