"But why? I'm not competing against him, though.
David's voice sounded in the bench seat, gathering almost everyone's attention.
That made both Mata and Odion Ighalo stop mid-thought.
"Eh?" they said almost in unison.
Even Mason, who had been sulking moments ago, turned his head back, now paying attention.
Ighalo frowned. "What are you saying, kid? Aren't you both wingers? Of course, you're competing."
David blinked, then, in the most natural tone—like he was stating the most obvious fact in the world—he said,
"Yeah, but we aren't competing, though. I'm going to be fighting for a starting spot. He's a sub. How are we competing?"
For a moment, there was complete silence.Then, as the words sank in, Ighalo's laughter exploded through the room, loud and hearty. Mata wasn't far behind, chuckling as he shook his head.
Mason narrowed his eyes at David, a frown covering his face.
"You cheeky sod," he started, shaking his head.
