That's all right! Feuilly looked up just in time to see the ball go in, though he missed the moments leading up to it; he thumps his fist on Harry's thigh nearly as enthusiastically. "Did you see who it was? Who--oh!" Oh, it's happening again! Or--no--no, they're, they must be showing the moment again, slower.

"Son," he says to himself, typing again. "--From Korea--well done, Son!"