Evzen followed the others onto the pitch, staring at his feet. He just couldn’t understand why he’d been asked to participate in this exhibition match, as he was not an exceptionnal player and, in all honesty, didn’t particularly enjoy the game. The only thing he could exhibit was his clumsiness, but that couldn’t be a good thing, he thought sadly. He shot a glance at his captain and sighed loudly, clutching his old broomstick even more tightly. The boy had been told he should feel proud to have been selected, but the only thing he could feel at that moment was his diner trying to make its way back through his digestive system. Ugh.