The sun kissed earth steamed from the recent shower, and the London air lacked the usual tang of exhaust. Angelina leaned against the frame of tunnel leading from the locker rooms to the pitch, waiting for the team to assemble. They had a four gane series at the eND of a fortnight and as captain she wanted to tighten their lines in offense among the chasers, and build on the beater work. This was strategy ans tactical maneuvering. Wood, she wasn't but Ange had determinedly cultivated a reputation for dynamic adaptability, due in large part to the trust among players, which was in turn due to the Hugh standard of performance and skill she demanded. She haerd a rustle behind and she turned, wondering who was the first to have arrived.