The Flaming Flamingoes (Part 11)

Stories are all works of fiction. Names, characters, places and events are the product of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events and places is totally coincidental

Scoring a deliberate own goal in soccer is practically unheard of, especially if there is no obvious financial gain to the exercise. The stunned silence that followed my action soon evaporated, my team mate's shock and amazement galvanised them towards me before any of the spectators could react to what I had just done. 

Some of the spectators found it funny, others found it intriguing but many were furious, especially those who had invested money with the smart-ass because they were sure of a return on their investments. Many were dumbfounded but amused at the reaction around them. Of course, all I wanted was to get out of that place, pronto. As soon as my guys got to me, I advised them we should stick close together and not let anyone separate us from each other. We headed out of the area as quickly as we could.

Fights and arguments were going on all around the pitch, confusion and mayhem reigned all around us. The gangsters were more interested in collecting their winnings from the bookie, he was arguing and refusing to pay them out. As crooks, they obviously had money to burn and they had placed big money bets with the enterprising bookie. Convinced that he would make some quick and easy money off them, the smart ass had greedily accepted those bets. He couldn't pay  them out and he was now being beaten to a pulp by some of the bad guys. This smart-ass was fast realising he would have been better off remaining a jackass.

We'd left the pitch and were about seventy five yards away from the mayhem, our transport was still about fifty yards away from where we were at. As we started to relax our vigilance, a group appeared from a side street and surrounded us. Some from this group though angry, wanted me to explain my actions and were basically blaming me for causing a riot in their area, the others were not interested in explanations and were encouraging their friends to beat us up. Cut off from our vehicle, we didn't stand a chance with this mob. I was already resigned to the fact that we were going to have to fight our way out of the situation, when a shadow fell over all of us.

He was a giant of a man, at least seven feet tall and built like a tank. Dressed casually in a chequered blue and white short sleeved shirt, his biceps looked like they would split the hem of the shirt any second. A path magically opened up in front of him as he strode uninterrupted through the circle toward us, his beige trousers were tucked into what looked like army boots ready made for kicking ass. It took just a look from him for the path to get wider as he ushered us Flaming Flamingos through the now dissipating mob who a few minutes before were intent on doing us harm.

Hostile glares followed us as this guardian angel shooed us toward a silver Range Rover with tinted windows. Inside the vehicle sat a smiling Dan and a relieved looking Jackie. Following their instructions, we quickly got into our ride and left the area with the Range Rover following close behind. I felt a massive weight lift from my tiny shoulders, and a sense of gratitude that I was lucky to have such a good friend as Jackie.

My team mates were in high spirits, joking and laughing about what we had just been through. I was now confident of my team and although I had deliberately thrown that last match, I knew my fellow Flamingos would follow me through thick and thin. WE had all faced a dangerous situation and had stuck together. I was totally confident that I had a team that was going places, ready to kick ass and do our sponsor and our fans proud. The big guy that had extracted us from the mob was Dan's driver, Rab, who sometimes doubled as his bodyguard. I was so glad that Jackie had somehow found out about my trial game, got concerned enough to bother his uncle and both had come looking for us.

(To be continued)...


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