In the VIP section, however, one particular conversation had little to do with the match.
Noah stood near the glass overlooking the pitch, speaking with a man he knew well.
He was dressed smartly, his jacket sitting neatly over a dark shirt, and he appeared perfectly at ease despite the noise coming from the stadium below.
The man beside him glanced over, taking a moment to look at Noah before smiling.
"You're hot these days."
Noah laughed softly.
"Am I?"
"Very much so."
The man turned his attention towards the pitch, where a few grounds staff were moving around the touchline.
Beyond the glass, the players had long since disappeared into the dressing rooms, leaving the field temporarily empty.
"I'm glad things are going well for you," he continued.
"Really. All three of your boys are beginning to carry their own weight in the football world."
Noah followed his gaze.
"They've all worked hard for it."
"I'm sure they have."
