ReunionIt was strange to see him like this, playing for the opponent. Dressed in blue and white and not in red and black, somehow it seemed all wrong.
They used to come up against each other in training but never in a situation like this. If he could, Ruud would bolt right off the pitch.
But he had to shut everything out, their long nights together, hands and mouths exploring, bringing the other to those blissful heights.
And now, what had happened to them? There was no warm embrace just a cold handshake and a nod.
“Hello, Phil.”
“Hello, Ruud.”