George shook his head and made a comedic show of straightening his tie. "No it's the shop owner's life for me."
Glancing over Marcus' shoulder, George looked at the pitch. He'd loved being a beater, but it was one of those things that he just couldn't see himself enjoying without Fred. They had been a cohesive unit and he couldn't imagine trying to play beater will this brother.
It was yet another thing where Fred's death had left George half a person.
"You still enjoy it the same way you did in school? Agents and sponsors and groupies aside.... Still gives the same rush?"