Aoife walked up the steps of the stand. The crowd was more subdued now that play was stopped. She reached the top and looked to her right. She could see Stephen and his uncle in the distance. For a brief moment she paused, not quite sure of herself before pressing onwards.
“Hi Stephen, what did you think of that?”
“Oh, hello, good to see you again. Not too impressed. You must be happy though.”
Then James spoke.
“I thought yous were not going to show up at all there for a while.”
“Yeah, I was a bit worried there for a while. But, we got going. Fingers crossed, we’ll get there in the end.”
They all began to laugh in friendly banter.
“Our forwards are looking better, the more it went on. I don’t know though, Kerry are good. Look I better head back. But I’ll be up after the match to help ye get back to car, alright?”
“Okay, we’ll see you then,” James replied with a smile.
“Yeah, see you after the Kerry victory speech,” Stephen said with a wide grin.
“Ya, git” Aoife replied gently prodding his shoulder.
With that, she turned and made her way back to her seat for the second half. There was a loud roar as the players re-entered the pitch.
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