Jackson was impressed. Not because they were women but because of the come back. The team in red - he couldn't read Greek so he had no idea what their name was - had been two points in the hole which, in football like in hockey, could mean certain victory for the opposing team. But somehow the red team had rallied.
One player in particular stood out. Maybe because she was the only redhead on the field, maybe because she was the best on the red team (hell, of both teams), but something about her stood out. That feeling he got around Keiran was there too, that... familiarity but it wasn't quite as gut wrenchingly strong as it was with Keiran. Still... it was enough to make him notice the girl and wonder who the hell she was.
He found himself staring at her, not really paying attention to the game when it was obvious the red team was going to not only pull out but win. The game was finished an hour later and Jackson stood to leave. Depositing his garbage in a bin, he intended to leave, but his feet took him elsewhere. Instead of following the crowd outside, he found himself beneath the stadium at the door of the locker rooms. There were some fans and a few press outside, waiting for the players to come out.
Standing off to the side, he waited patiently although he had no idea why.