Giacomo pulled the coat on and zipped it up reluctantly. He hated winter wear and winter in general, he was very resistant to coats and hats. He always refused. Though he did often end up sick with half a dozen things during this season, he never seemed to care enough to want to bundle up over it.

As they got closer, it was hard to miss Sam. He was duct-taped to the goal post, right in the centre, completely and utterly stuck.

Giacomo grabbed his brother and shook his head then smiled, nodding towards the football instead. Goal?