Chapter 15
“Uh, could I have a word?”
Pete asked, coming out of the pavilion.
Paul and Trevor turned to
look at him. “Thommo was bang out of order in there,” Pete said,
pointing his thumb at the door. “We’ve had a team
meeting.”
“Oh?” Paul said. He
noticed Trevor had lost interest in the conversation and was just
looking at the outfield.
“Yeah. Half the team
threatened to walk out if Trevor wasn’t allowed to
play.”
“And what did Thommo have
to say about that?”
Pete blushed. Paul could
imagine what he’d said.
“Uh, well he realised he
didn’t have much of a choice.”
“So?” Paul said, becoming
more interested.
“Trevor, if you’d agree to
bowl for us, you’d be very welcome. Only—”
“Yes?” Trevor
said.
“Well, uh, at first Thommo
wanted you to change in the toilet over at the White Horse.” Pete
pointed to the pub on the other side of the cricket
ground.
“No way,” Paul put
in.
Pete held up his hands.
“That’s what the others said. So Thommo had to climb down. He’s the