A groan rolled around the Amex as the Ghanaian right back slipped his hands onto his head before he began to jog back into his place.
Feeling the sudden switch again, Ben Amos moved for the restart with no hurry in him now.
A ball boy tossed him the ball, and he caught it with both gloves, but he showed no urgency the game required of him, like intentionally taking small steps before taking almost 5 seconds to set the ball down, before looking back up and then glancing at the scoreboard.
94:37.
"Thirty seconds," he muttered under his breath before looking back at the pitch in front of him.
He had barely set himself before the referee's whistle pierced the rain, and that startled Amos a bit because out of nowhere, the yellow card came out.
For a second, the keeper stared as if he could not quite believe the timing, then accepted it with a slight lift of the chin that admitted the truth of it.
He had been wasting time.
Not outrageously, but enough.
