Noah dropped into his seat like something had gone out of his legs.
He'd been on his feet, arms up, and for about four seconds, he hadn't cared where he was or who was watching.
Then he looked around and remembered the people he was in the midst of.
The rest of the box was either silent or unhappy.
A few people were already on their phones, while others muttered a few words that Noah didn't need to hear to understand.
For others, too, pissed was an understatement, with one person even going as far as smashing the glass in his hand against the floor like he had his life savings on the game and with the reaction he gave after Wigan equalised, that might not have been far off from the truth.
Coming back to himself, Noah straightened his jacket and said nothing, but the smile took a while to fully leave his face.
