'What’s going on?’
‘It’s still nil-all.’
‘My nerves can’t take this!’
‘It’s worse if you’re actually watching it. Come-on! Go-on, go-on. YES! You fuckin’ beauty!’
The door burst open. ‘We’ve scored?’
‘Robbie Brady! A header. A beauty. I told you we’d do it!’
‘You said, we’d need a bucket load of luck and the Italians to be useless.’
‘But I still believed! Remember 1994, I said. We did it then!’
‘How long left?’
‘Six minutes. Plus extra-time.’
‘I feel sick.’
‘All we have to do is not concede! Who’d have believed it? Where’re you going?’
‘I can’t watch. I can’t.’
A drabble is a story of exactly 100 words.
1 comment:
Oh, I love this, Rob! Great perspective on the match.
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