"It's only the best sport in the world," Ron commented halfheartedly, squinting off at the screen, "played on a broom with two opposing teams. Quite brilliant, really." As enthusiastic was he was about the sport, Ron seemed to be only answering Eliot in a sort of distracted manner. He really was trying to understand this Muggle sport, if only because it seemed so terribly odd to him.
"So the upright thing, that's a bit like a goal, yeah? You can score two points in one go?"