“I DIDN’T GET THE AWARD FOR SPORTSMANSHIP!” he spits at his mother, devil-red in the face, smoke pistonning from his nostrils. The 9 year old striker’s fists begin to crack closed forcefully, his tiny brain struggling to makes sense of it all, teeth grinding in fury.
“Yes, I was watching the award ceremony,” responds his mother, also seething with disgust.
He starts up again: “Little -”
“Now Brutus, darling, remember we don’t use the F word in public places like this, it doesn’t look good,” says Mother, ever responsible. “I’ll talk to Ben Botson about it. Someone must have been in his ear.” She walks out of the Man Untied clubhouse, confident in her promise. ‘Cheats’, she thinks – ‘the kid and the club director.’
“I wanna smash that dumbass,” rages on the tall, wiry boy, possibly lacking in a wide vocabulary. “How many goals did he get, huh? huh? He can’t tackle to save his life. A back, a defender, who wants to be a stupid defender,” he wobbles his head in mockery, striding after his mother, the usual two metre distance between them she keeps.
“‘Pass, pass,’ he screams like a girl – no way I’m passing the ball to him, I’m the only one who can kick goals in that whole team. Sportsmanship – can’t play sport to save himself…” He kicks at a rock, his superb goal-kicking foot hitting the gutter instead, making him near explode. “Few teeth on the shoulder in a close tackle oughtta let him know who the winner really is,” he mutters.
Mother smiles to herself, lowering her Lycra top neckline in readiness to see Ben. So competitive was her little Brutus. Such a great quality to have – she couldn’t have written it into him if she’d tried. But she’ll just be right up there and making sure that Director knows exactly who their family is: Soccer royalty is who, an A grade player since he was 5, training with a personal coach four times a week even back then. He is lucky to have Brutus in his club. No one forgets her children. No one. Brutus will be making international soccer headlines one day, just like his hero, Luis Suárez.
Suárez showing the true extent of his skill in the 2014 World Cup
This is a practice piece in writing character’s, and is the first in a series using the soccer season I’m about to be kicking around in. I have never met Brutus, nor Shazza his Mother, they purely a figment of my nightmares. Luis Suárez, however, is a real life adult experiencing teething.
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