“My orange juice quivered, disturbed by the buzz of my top-of-the-range portable telephone. I reached to answer – not an easy task with a gorgeous blonde on each arm.
“Steve!” I bellowed.
“Is that Steve Barnes, manager of Leddersford Town FC?”
“No, it’s the statue of Christ the Redeemer,” I said, recalling my memorable trip to the Rio de Janeiro, the second-largest city in Brazil. Where they speak Portuguese.
“Don’t get clever with me, or your star centre-back will play a blinder.” The voice was dark, menacing, possibly foreign. Or a British person pretending to be foreign. Or possibly a foreigner pretending to be a British person pretending to be foreign.
“What?” I said, confused. I wondered if I should call my agent later to discuss my finances. Then, inexplicably, I put the phone down. I had no time for this. It was Monday night. Almost game time.
The end”
Al Morrison 81 via Apple Podcasts ·
Great Britain ·
12/02/19