A load of laddish blokes were playing a game of Hide and Seek.
When it was Dave’s turn to hide, he hid shame; but Steve found it in an awkward averted glance.
When it was Mike’s turn to hide, he hid himself; but Jim saw through the intricate maze of sadly inconsistent excuses.
When it was Jim’s turn to hide, he hid tears; but Harry found them in laughter (while everyone else stared at their shoes).
When it was Harry’s turn to hide, he hid sexuality; but Dave found it in a moment of realization.
Meanwhile, the football gave them something to talk about.