Leo peeled the compression sleeve from his arm as he walked through the tunnel and tossed it to one of the staff without a thought.
It was the decision he'd made before the interval.
Wolves had grabbed at it often enough in the first half that he'd stopped counting, with every tug buying them another fraction of a second whenever he tried to break away.
And so short sleeves it was for the second half.
As he reached the mouth of the tunnel, Jake fell into step beside him.
The striker had spent the entire break waiting for this moment, and it showed.
He rolled his shoulders once and drew in a long breath, looking less like a substitute entering a match and more like someone finally being let off a leash after forty-five minutes of watching.
"You know what this reminds me of," he said as Leo looked at him.
"When we were losing three-nil in the U21S once."
Jake smiled at the memory of it.
"Good times."
