World Cup Party Chapter 1
Author's Note: This will be a shorter fanfic, it's happened around Series 2, and yes It's about the 1982 World Cup, got the inspiration from the world cup fever out here in Singapore!
I've tried to make it as accurate as possible over the match of France V England, but there will definitely be anachorisms like the real show.
The Galex part will take a bit of time, as this is mostly some interaction of the team when they don't have crime at their hands. Please read and review, Thanks.
(To those waiting for Infiltration's finale, it's going to be up on this Friday!)
It was another nice sunny day for Fenchurch East CID, and a very peaceful day for Gene Hunt.
"This has got to be a holiday!" Chris was lazing around his chair.
It definitely was a holiday for the CID police officers, the reason for this de facto holiday was the World Cup season.
"What day is it today, Shaz?"
"16 June 1982, whats the matter Chris?" Shaz just finished getting another cup of coffee for one of the other officers.
"16 June." Chris muttered.
"16 June!" Ray exclaimed.
"It's…"
"It's England against France!" Ray and the gang were soon bursting into the chorus of "This time, we'll get this right!"
"We're going to find a way a way to get this right!"
"What the bloody hell is this, the Choir from the Church!" Gene burst into the office with Alex closely following.
"Guv, it's world cup, England's fighting against the French."
"Yes! Am I supposed to declare a holiday!" Gene Hunt was once again suffering from a hangover.
"I certainly hope so…" Chris was muttering under his breath only to see a stern glance from the Guv.
"Well it's right for the guys to have a holiday, it's not held at the night!" Alex was protesting along with the gang. She herself wanted to witness some 80s World Cup fever.
"Fancy that coming out of you, Bolls. I don't want the Super smashing my door for an explanation as to why all my officers went missing!" Gene was now at his office, and at his cosy chair.
"Well, My ex-boyfriend was a football fanatic." Alex diverted the question.
"Which club?"
"I don't know, Tottenham or something, the only time I remembered watching football was watching England at Wembley."
"Wembley, Bolls! This time they're at bloody Bilbao, you know where's that, Bolly!"
"Spain!"
"Bloody Spain, and who are we up against!"
"France."
"Yes Bloody little French, it seems like the whole damn world cup is against England. Imagine that bloody king Phil allying with that bastard Louis who got executed."
"That's quite an amusing thought." Alex rolled her eyes.
"Yeah, you know Bolly. I just got word from Luigi, it seems that this year's world cup he's getting his bloody association of Italian Friends to sit in the bar, and he's hanging all Italian flags around." Gene was now out of his office.
"So you lads do want to leave the office empty!"
"Yes! Guv!" The lads were sluggish at first but when they heard Gene giving them a holiday, one could feel the ecstasy in their mouths.
"Fine! As long as the scum don't pour in by lunch, I'm bloody fine with it!" The CID officers cheered as they began to discuss plans on viewing of the World Cup."
"Ted, you watching with us?" Ray was asking one of the CID officers.
"Nah, the missus wants to watch, you know her."
"My wife."
"It's good to watch with the kids eh!"
"I'd like to go back to my local pub."
As Ray and Chris tried their best to gather some CID officers to at least watch the World Cup match. It seems like everyone wants to do it alone.
"I can't believe it, Chris! Back then in Hyde, the whole police division was gathered around to watch England!" Ray was exclaiming with his hands high up.
"So Ray, got the numbers?" The expression of Ray and Chris' face said it all.
"Right! So how many people are there joining this year!" Gene gulped down from his hipflask.
"Chris, you remember we have a date." Shaz was hovering around her beau.
"We could have that in the party." Chris pecked Shaz a kiss, while Ray just turned away in disgust. With Gene looking bewildered at them.
"Viv, you joining?"
"Yeah, then there wouldn't be a desk sergeant, I will be using the tv with the other desk officers." Viv looked pretty upset the fact that everyone's going home.
"So it's just Raymondo, Chris, Shaz and bloody me!"
"And me." Alex raised her hand up like a schoolkid.
"I thought you would be having a thatcherite wanker for lunch, Bolly?" Gene half-jokingly said.
"Well I'd like to enjoy 1982's World Cup!"
"Fine! So it's just Ray, Chris, Shaz, Bolls and me! Five of us, where can we squeeze in this time round?"
"Luigi's."
"I will not support the Lions with bloody Italian flags hanging around my neck! Bolly!" Gene was pretty outraged at the fact that Alex could ever suggest that.
"Ray, what about your apartment?"
"It's too bloody small! What about yours!" Ray protested.
"Chris' apartment only can fit two." Shaz muttered with Ray chuckling at a blushing Chris.
"I have an idea, why not we go to your house, Drake!"
"Well my apartment…"
"Don't try to get your way out of this, there's room for three armed bastards and two posh birds."
"Well then, lets see how we're going to do this then, Guv." Alex for a strange reason decided to agree on hosting the party.
"It's a party, so what do we need, Raymondo?"
"We need food, drinks, a deck of cards at least, some lion scarfs…" Ray and Chris were now using the whiteboard to draw out the plan.
"Food."
"Yes! Food Glorious Food, what do we need Chris."
"You're not expecting me to cook are you?" Alex was stunned as the rest of the lot were looking at her. Gene was about to make another rant.
"Alright, I will cook up something, when's the match again?"
"15 minutes after 5, kick-off time." Ray was as serious as he could in the world cup party planning. As serious as he solved the crime.
"So it means it will end around 7, do I have to make Dinner!" Alex was frustrated, she thought she could have the peace and quiet of watching.
"Yes Bolls, that is if France decide to beat England, course I do not want to see losers shouting why we can't win in the damn bloody pub!" Gene was now drawing out the three lions scarf he had and was wearing it around his neck.
"Well then, I'm definitely confident we will win this one." Alex sure hoped so, the last time she remembered about 1982's world cup was that Bryan Robson scored a quick goal, and full stop.
"We need snacks…" Chris was munching on a Milky Way bar.
"And drinks."
"We can go to the supermarket and buy them."
"Or . He gives a discount to you, Ma'am!" Chris has a chuckle as Ray and him re-enact that silly boom dance they had.
"Ok, so Shaz, what do I need to shop for?"
"Here's the list, Ma'am!"
"Where did you get this from?" Alex asked Shaz, curious to know how she could even finish writing the long list of items to buy when the gang just began to mention it.
"2 years ago, when they wanted to do the same thing at my house." Shaz sounded a bit indignant as Alex gave a empathic smile.
"Did it ever materialise?"
"No, Ma'am, they went to the pub instead, couldn't bear watching Italy beat England. Luigi had a good laugh over it." Alex smiled again, she'd bet that Luigi will have a bigger laugh over Gene anytime soon.
"Oi! Essex Girl, we don't need another bloody history lesson! This year is our year!" Gene snarled, he hated the memory of Italians beating England' arse and Luigi making hell funny out of it.
"Can we go start shopping, Ma'am?"
"No, Shaz, I'd like to know who's paying for me." Alex's feminist tone of mockery soon sent Ray and Chris to stop laughing as she continued to scan the long list of items.
"I don't think it's a good time to say this, Ma'am." Shaz whispered into Alex's ear.
"Well Shaz, it's not as if you paid the money, and made them eat free meals like a soup kitchen and give them free clothing and underwear like some dirty little Santa, isn't it!" Alex was horrified as she saw the shopping list and turned to look at Ray and Chris, who both decided to turn their heads down and elsewhere.
"In fact it is, Ma'am." Alex turned back at Shaz in incredulity.
"I thought our great Guv here would pay, Shaz!" Alex was now mocking Gene, who uncharacteristically decided to shut up.
"He couldn't pay, Ma'am…" Shaz continued.
"What!"
"Yes Bolly, I couldn't pay because I had to pay some bloody bastard some bloody compensation for causing his bloody son's death."
"Who is it, Sam!" Alex had her temper boiling now.
"It's not bloody Tyler you posh tart, it's Sam Robbins, a person who decided to overtake my Quattro and ended up in the mortuary, alright! I'm paying the cost along with you this time, are we done?" Gene hated an argument at the early hours of the morning especially when he's nursing a hangover.
"Fire up the Quattro!" Gene made his move early with a slightly less pissed Alex and the rest of the gang following him.