From the upper floor of the training centre, Dawson had a clear view of the grounds through the broad glass windows behind his desk.
He had been looking over some paperwork when his attention drifted outside.
His eyes settled on the two figures beneath the shade, one holding an ice cream cone and the other sitting beside an open tub.
Dawson leaned closer to the glass, taking in Leo's relaxed posture and Nolan's rather generous serving.
"That fat ass."
He shook his head, though the corner of his mouth threatened to lift, and then he turned away from the window and returned to his desk.
......
RRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH.
The bodies being held back by the railing in the stands threatened to spill out, and it was understandable.
Premier League football was in action here.
"It's a rather overcast afternoon here in North London, but that hasn't done much to dampen the atmosphere inside the Tottenham Hotspur Stadium."
