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Actually laughs at me.

Six months ago, people didn't laugh at me during interviews. Six months ago, I didn't voluntarily give interviews.

A lot has changed.

“I asked what today's opening match means to you.”

Everything.

“It means we're ready.”

“And expectations for this season?”

“To win.”

She grins. “Nothing less?”

“No.”

“What about the team's growth? Attendance has increased dramatically, merchandise sales are up, and rugby seems to be gaining a foothold in a market where most people said it would never compete with more established American sports.”

I glance around the stadium.

Rovers jerseys everywhere.

Kids wearing them.

Adults wearing them.

Signs.

Flags.

People screaming players' names.

Exactly what I wanted.

Exactly what Granddad would've wanted.

My chest tightens.

“They were wrong.”

She smiles.

“That's it?”

“That's usually enough.”

She laughs again.

“Last question.”

Thank fuck.

Because I have somewhere to be.

And a diamond ring currently burning a hole through the inside pocket of my jacket.