He always watched the match. Some of his friends didn’t. He remembered comments from his dad when the systems first came in: “what’s the bloody point of a season ticket?” He sometimes said the same thing to his friends when they pored over their screens, visualising data, running models, querying, prompting. The only time they looked up was when they leapt from their consoles to cheer a goal… even if they’d seem it coming. He wasn’t a refuser. He wasn’t stupid. He had just paid extra for the overlay. He still had his Agents analysing, commentating and betting of course.