"bloody rain.."
gerutunya seraya masuk ke masuk ke kantor stasiun.
"how's the match mate?" is it any good?"
"2-0 so far. that irish lad is no good. he look shaky and nervous" celetuk Mr. Ryan.
30 tahun lamanya dia menjadi kepala stasiun crewe dan 40 tahun menjadi wakil kepala fans klub. dia sudah meningalkan impian lama untuk melihat crewe mengangkat piala primer ataupun juara liga. berbeda dengan temannya, Mr. John tidak putus asa dan tetap mengatakan bahwa crewe akan promosi setiap tahun.
"nay, you been to hard to him mate. he look alright to me. don't worry. we can make it this season!"
"yeah... you wish"
"hey i was right last year!"
"yeah, now shut up. why don't you escort that lad over there. he's been waiting for an hour"
mr. ryan menunjuk ke arah seorang pemuda yang juga menonton. seorang asia yang memakai kacamata dan rambut di cat. hal yang aneh bila dibandingkan dengan jas resminya.
"wait a bit lad, another 10 minutes then i will escort you to whatever you want to go. crewe is going to win this game."
"ah shut up and go already john! we are losing this game.."
"what a disgrace! and you call yourself the vice president of crewe alexandra fans club!"
"i'm being realist here. the least that we can do is to get another goal but we still going to lose this game!"
"sure thing mister."
"look, even that lad is agree with me!"
mr. john terdiam. dia tak bisa berkata apa-apa. lawan mereka kali ini adalah west brom dari liga primer. mencari tiga gol bukanlah hal yang mudah. kemungkinan besar, pertandingan ini bisa berakhir dengan 3-0 atau mungkin 4-0.
"what's wrong with having hope!, am i supposed to tell them that we gonna lose every time we went to the game!?"
"get in touch with reality john! we're apart by 2 division and look, even now they're going to change player... bloody f**k we're screwed. it's mulumbu!"
"why is that sir?" celetuk pemuda itu.
"youseff mulumbu, he considered as one of the best defensive mildfielder in europe. he's out with strain ligament but recover just yesterday."
"then, do you think we are unable to make a goal?"
"forget goal, we might lose this game with two or four more goal. that guy get some long range pass."
"then, do you wanna make a bet mister?"
kedua orang itu menatap pemuda itu dengan heran.
"what? are you out of your mind lad? we would never win this game!"
"okay. then how about we bet whatever crewe is able to score a goal or not."
"with mulumbu on the field? don't be like that lad. you gonna lose your money."
"it's just a harmless bet mister. if crewe managed, no, i mean if max clayton able to score a goal via pass through the middle from murphy, then it's a you must pay my taxy fare, if not. i will pay you 1000 pound. how about that?"
"a thousand pound? you're out of your mind!? ok it's a de.."
"the ball goes to murphy and.. oh ah through pass straight to six yard box and.. ITS GOAL!!! GOAL GOAL GOAL!!! MAX CLAYTON SCORES!!! impressive vision by Murphy to create that goal!"
"eh..." mr. Hary dan John terdiam.
pemuda itu dengan cepat langsung menjabat tangan Mr. Hary.
"thank you for the fare. mister, are your taxi available?"
"eh.. sure... where to?"
"The Alexandra Stadium"
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