As soon as the ball left my hand, I knew it was going to be a good one. I knew it was going to go right over the center of the plate, level with Jimmy Grey’s waist and he was a high swinger.

‘Strike!’

I looked over at the stands and Katy Vester was smiling over at me. Two more throws, game over and I’d have a shutout. I dug my heels in, spit on my right hand then my left, I didn’t have a glove. I rubbed my left hand on the side of my leg and slow blinked twice.