Woe to the person who sat behind Wallace, for he, Eva, and Fergus all sat squashed on one of the benches further to the front of the box. While the other two were short in stature, Wallace was not. However, he was determined that the pair of them would be able to see and had rather aggressively shoved them onto the end of the bench. They'd misplaced someone in the process, but he hardly noticed.

A thunderous laugh erupted when the announcer informed them of another kneecap injury. "These Moroccans are brutal." He sounded utterly delighted and looked to Eva when he said it, but his voice was loud enough to carry to the other occupants in the box. It was interesting to have no stake in the game since neither team represented the country he hailed from. In fact, it was almost more fun.

Wallace nudged his son and thrust a finger out at the field, "See, that's something a little doxy like you can do. Take 'em out by the knees!" He laughed heartily again and ruffled his hair.