Ron looked a bit confused for a moment. Then he looked to Eliot and nodded. "Yeah, on a broom. What'd you think I was going to fly around with, one of those sodding machines you lot have got littering the sky?" He shook his head pityingly and resisted the urge to clap the man on the shoulder.
"You people need to learn about real sports, mate. Tossing that ball about the field, running around in tights, with no women to ogle while you're having at it? It's a very sad thing to watch."