The Lions
By HSuys
It was coming home and it had to pass through the (Gareth) South Gate.
I wanted to witness this, so I hurried. Normally I’m a (Kyle) walker, but this time I had to (Jordan) pick Ford as means of transportation. Money didn’t matter, I had so much pound (Raheem) sterling in my pocket I could have bought (Mason) Mount (Harry) Maguire if I wanted to.
During halftime, they played music: Sugar (Harry) Kane by Sonic Youth.
I had a bowl of (Ben) white (Declan) rice, but it felt like eating (John) stones.
This really was a (Jack) grealish day.
Author Notes: Hervé SUYS (°1968 - Ronse, Belgium) started writing short stories whilst recovering from a sports injury and hasn't stopped yet. He usually writes them hatless and barefooted.
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