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‘Barely.’

‘Winning by four points still counts,’ I remind him. ‘Even I know that.’

‘We should’ve had another try.’

‘The referee disagreed…’

‘You’ll soon realise the referees are wrong all the time – depending on who you ask,’ he jokes.

‘That is one of the few things I’ve learned already,’ I reply.

He smiles.

‘I’ve got a home game this weekend.’

‘I heard you had a big semi…’

I notice the look on his face change before I realise exactly what I just said.

‘Oh, you know what I mean,’ I say with a roll of my eyes.

‘Come see it,’ he replies.

‘What?’

‘My big semi,’ he says with a grin. ‘Come and watch me play.’

‘Who are you playing?’ I ask.

‘Hull.’

‘And if you win, you’re in the final against Leeds?’ I check.

‘If Leeds win theirs.’

‘You seem very confident that you’ll win.’

‘I am,’ he replies. ‘But, then again, so are you.’

‘I wasn’t the one crying into my champagne on Friday night,’ I tease. ‘But, yeah, okay, I’d love to come along.’

‘I’ll get you a good seat, with the home fans, because I reckon you’ll be one by the time you leave.’

‘I’m not sure about that,’ I say with a laugh. ‘But thank you.’

The answer comes more easily than it should – given that I’m a Lion – but it could be useful. Professionally. Seeing another stadium, another club, another chance to remind myself of the rules. Plus, I’ll get to see Jamie when he isn’t trying to outplay Eddy, which could be useful for my England game promo… whatever that may look like. It might help me figure it out.

He rubs one hand over his chin, still looking at me.

‘I keep forgetting you’re Hood’s girl, you know,’ he says.

Bloody hell – so do I.

‘You do?’ I say, because what else can I say?

‘You two just don’t seem like a couple.’

I feel my heart rate pick up.