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[10/11/2019, Stadion GOSiR, 18:55]
{Din Ding ding, Dong dingoling pick up your phone cause I want to talk,} May barely heard her phone as her gaze remained focused on the tussle and bustle at the tunnel. Following what had happened to Rakim, the Germanach who had taken him away had proceeded to give the referees and security guards an earful.
From her seat, sheuldn't hear what they were saying but the old man in the German tracksuit must have given the USA staff an earful. Because after pointing in their direction and saying a few words, they who had been on the sidelines watching the happenings were now animatedly arguing with the man. The ringing of her phone unfroze her shock at what was happening as she sunsciously pressed the answer button.
"May, did you see what happened, or is my TVmputer bugging?" Thencerned voice of Emma resounded in her ear through the phone's speakers.
"Not sure what you saw but it was like a scene straight out of Carrie. Emma, I've never seen Rakim lose hisol like he did, luckily one of hisaches managed to calm him down quickly." May quickly explained, but her gaze remained focused on the happenings at the tunnel, which luckily calmed down.
The official finally grew a backbone, split the two arguing sides, and warned each to stick to their sides. Following that, they quickly gave the security guards some instructions and stern suggestions to prevent such incidents from recurring. Things seemed to have calmed down, but this only allowed the rowdier of the fans to let their unhinged words be known.
May let out a shaky exhale, pressing a hand to her temple in an attempt to steady her nerves. "I can't believe how quickly everything escalated," she muttered into the phone, raising her voice slightly to be heard above the raus crowd.
On the other end, Emma sounded equally unsettled. "Were they throwing stuff at him? I saw something cup during one of therners but I'm only seeing screen garbs of something red splatter all over his jersey, but the camera angles were so bad Iuldn't see much."
"It might've been dye or something, I don't think it's real blood. Still, I don't understand the need when they are already winning 2:0." May lamented frustration clearly heard in her voice as she glared at some of the US fans celebrating what had happened as if it was some major achievement.
Just as she thought this, a new cluster of security personnel had taken positions along the rails, glaring up at the sections where the worst offenders sat. Some fans kept yelling obscenities, emboldened by the presence of a barrier between them and the field. One teenage boy in a German replica jersey tried to hurl a plastic bottle at a rowdy section of American fans only to have an alert security guard intercept it midair. That small success earned a bit of applause from nearby spectators, but the tension in the stands refused to fade.
"You're safe, right? I mean, you're not that far from them," Emma asked,ncern spiking in her voice.
"I'm fine," May assured her, glancing toward the path that led to theurse. "I've got a decent seat, and there are at least a few empty rows around me. I think everyone's crowding the lower stands for a better view. It's just so umfortable, seeing how quickly they turn nasty."
Emma's voice softened. "Don't worry, he's tough, just don't go doing anything stupid to defend his honour. His ego is not that fragile though it's pretty close since they messed up his hair. Knowing him, he is thinking of ways to make them choke on their disrespect just for messing with his hair."
Hearing her words, May burst out laughing, "Haha, he probably is. Sometimes I think he believes his power lies in his hair like Samson in the bible, despite already being good when he had short hair.
"I think it's more about the memories since he got dreadlocks. That was the first request he made to our parents, so I guess it has sentimental value to him more than anything." Emmammented with a light sigh, causing an awkward silence to linger as neither of the girls knew what to say.
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[10/11/2019, Stadion GOSiR, 19:10]
"Weme back to a snd half that is promising to be just as action-packed as the first. Germany is trailing Team USA with a re of 2:0 and will be looking to make things happen early on." Paul Gartner's professional voice resounded, causing those who hadn't seen what happened at the end of the first half to believe this was just an average start to the snd half in this quarter-final match-up.
He had been given stern instructions by the streaming services investors to lean into the positive of the game before the match. His boss made sure to call him again after the incident and they simply decided to act like it didn't happen or they hadn't seen it. However, Jamie, hismmentator didn't seem to have gotten the message as hentinued stirring the pot.
"It sure was a lively end to the first half, players need to realise what they mean to their fans and act more ardingly. Though it will be exciting to see how the Germans respond to the clear message their opponents sent them in the snd half." He said with a neutral tone, doing his best to hold back the mocking grin.
"Ehem, thereme the players. It will be fun to see what an exciting display they put on for us." Paul interrupted before his-hostuld say something stupid as both teams jogged out of the tunnel. However, he had just averted one disaster when two more popped up in the forms of Wirtz and Rakim.
Both their heads werevered with what looked like red dye. Wirtz was still ok as it looked like it was prayed on in a light shade after what oneuld only assume happened after washing. However, in Rakim's case, half his hair was a deep shade of red and he didn't seem to have made an effort to wash it out.
Paululd already see bulletmments in the stream from the clueless ones who had gone on a toilet break asking why they decided to dye their hair over halftime. Some of the more precise ones were even asking if those two were new players. Trying his best to ignore their question, he watched as another pig teammate decided now was the best opportunity to zoom in on Rakim.
"I guess it's fuck with Paul day," he silently cursed under his breath as they watched Giovanni Reyna jog up to him and hold a handout in what seemed to be an apology.
After all, they had already gone through the customary handshake so this was the only explanation heuld think of. However, it was not meant to be as Rakim merely smacked his hand away and jogged to his position. An avalanche of boos descended following his actions, but he merely started doing stretches on the spot as he waited for the proceeding to begin.
"What utter lack of sportsmanship from Rakim here at Stadion GOSiR, this sort of behaviour has no room in our beloved sport. Losing is no excuse for such actions," Like the bored Jerry, he is Jamientinued finding trouble out of boredom as he went on a tirade only stopping when his mic was turned off by the producers.
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To Be Continued...
