Fuckin' Bubbles

I woke up to my alarm going off, 11:00, Saturday, fucking match day, get in. I turned the alarm off and got up, jumping in the shower. By half 11 I was out of the shower, dried and getting dressed. I put on my West Ham shirt, a pair of old blue jeans that where slightly faded and a pair of white Nikes. I walked to my mirror on the other side of the room and pulled my long blonde hair into a high pony at the back of my head and put on some eyeliner, grabbing my thick hoodie and out the door ready to go meet the boys at The Abby.

When I got there Pete wasn't there yet. But the rest of the boys where, I walked over to the bar first.

"AYE!AYE! TERRY!" I shouted from one end of the bar to the other. He turned and smiled walking my way after pouring a pint for someone.

"'Ello darlin', goin' to the match today then?" he asked getting 6 pints ready for me to take over to the boys.

"Yeah, Bov an Pete are aw'right with me goin' today, seein' as 'am fully healed from the last match." I said laughing with Terry.

"Well arn't you the lucky one then, getting' to go to two matches one after the other." he paused looking at me for a moment, "you still got the bruise around your noes from last time though." he sighed and handed me a tray with the drinks on.

"Yeah, but it don't hurt none." I said carrying the tray to the table. "AYE!AYE!" I said as I reached the table. The boys cheered as I sat next to Ned taking my pint off the tray before letting the boys have theirs, I lit up a ciggie while watching them all take their pints managing to spill some out of every one. "So, where's our Bov then?" I asked before I took a long swig of the Fosters in font of me.

"Should be back in a minute, he's just gone the loo." Swill answered me. I nodded back at him.

"So, 'ow's our Little Bov then?" Dave asked.

"'Ow many times Dave, my names Sam." I said with a smile. " an I'm aw'right. Those kids where little shits shits yesterday though, kept askin' about what happened to my face, they have this theory that me an Pete spend the weekend fightin' with each other." I told them animatedly.

"I wouldn't say fightin'" Keith said with a laugh.

"Piss off Keith." I laughed along with them all. "Talkin' about pissin' off, I need to go for one." I laughed as things where said about me being lady like.

I came back out about 2 minutes later, to see Pete in my seat. An the boys shouting about Bov being a twat.

"Like a brother!" I heard Swill shout.

"At least he ain't your brother." Pete looked at me and smiled as I walked over. "'right Pete. Who's this little cunt then?" I asked raising an eyebrow, looking at the bloke sat next to Pete.

"You're as bad as you're brother you are." He stood up and slung his arm around my shoulder. "This my dear Sam, is Matt, Shannon's brother. Matt this is Sam, Bov's little sister."

"Hello." He held his hand out for me to shake. I looked down on it, deciding whether I should or not.

"Oh come on, that has to be painful, bof' of them turned him down!" Dave shouted slamming his hand on to the table as the others laughed.

"As I said to Bov, he's practically family girl, come on, ya ain't gunna get Yank-itus from shakin' his 'and." I swung my hand into his, shaking it, giving it a good squeeze as I did.

"Right, so who's getting a round in then?" I asked as I took back my seat from Pete. We all looked to Dave.

"I guess I'm getting the round in then, every fuckin' time?" he said as the rest of us cheered.

As the rounds kept coming and we where getting more pissed, we where having some weird conversations, and some fun with the new American man.

"Oi, America," matt turned his head to face me, "can you down a pint?" I asked him.

"Yer?" he said looking confused as the lads started laughing.

"Aw'right then, get us another round an' then we'll see if you can chug a pint." I said handing him the money. He got up, and I watched him walk away. "Oi, Pete, what's he doin' here, you know ya can't take a yank to the match we've got a meetin' for today, and you know that." I said looking at Pete.

"I knew you where my sister in there somewhere." Bov said to me after lighting his ciggie. I rolled my eye's at him.

"Look, it'll be alright, we'll just stay out the way. Not like we didn't 'ave it last nigh'." Pete said.

"It's not the bloody point is it? We'll look like right mugs if we set something up an our fearless leader don't show 'cause he's playin' pin the tail on the fuckin' yank." Bov said.

I jumped in "he is right." everyone else muttered their variations.

"Look, you let me worry about that, a'right boys." Pete said giving me a pointed look, I held my hands up in a faux surrender as matt walked back to the table. "As for the yank. He's too modest to tell ya, back in the states he's an internationally ranked double black belt in ka-ra-te!" he said putting emphasis on karate.

"Is he fuck, look at the size of 'im." Dave said which made us laugh.

"Nah, nah nah nah, bloody Karate Kid film, based on his exploits." Pete said pointing at Matt.

"Is it fuck! I could knock 'im out with one dig." I said leaning in between the two boys.

"Really?" Dave asked him. Matt nodded along a serious face on him.

"Bollocks!" Swill jumped in.

"What?" Matt said looking shocked.

"Bollocks." Swill said again.

"Come on, why not?" Matt said.

"You're lyin', you've been 'ere fuckin' five minutes and your lyin'." Swill said and we all started laughing. The drinks started pouring again and after a while we where all well and truly pissed having conversations about past football matches and other crap.

"Right, I wanna know if he can chug a pint." I said while I held up mine.

"Come on Sam, it's his first day in the country, and you are challenging him." Pete said to me and then looked at Matt. "Right, she may be a girl, bu' don' underestimate 'er bruv, she drinks like one o' the boys."

"True tha', drank me, Keith and Ike under the fuckin' table didn't she lads." Dave spoke up, laughing as I raised my fists in the air as if I was celebrating a victory.

"Yes, but she is a girl, I can take her." Matt said with a drunken grin.

"Aw'right, you ready?" Pete asked us, we held out pints on the table. "GO!" I let Matt get a little head start, and then drank.

"FUCKIN' DONE!" I shouted as I slammed the glass on the table. As Matt drank the last dregs of his pint.

"Nice, nice, 'es now officially Cockney 'de boys." Ned said a a girl brought over our shots.

We all cheered and stood up, clinking our glasses together then took the shots.

Then the boys started singing at the top of their lungs me joining in every now and then and Matt looking traumatised at the swearing in the song.

"Oh East London is wonderful, its full of tit, fanny and West Ham, oh East London is wonderful." we sang along.

I leaned over to Matt, "Don' worry mate, you'll get the 'ang of it in a while." Then Dave and Swill kept asking him about the karate kid shit and I walked over to Pete. "'Ave you heard this lot, I swear you could tell 'em you jumped off the fuckin' Empire State buildin' an they'd believe ya" I said laughing with Pete.

Once our laughin' died down Pete looked at me, "Right, I know you're like your bother, an you can never turn down a good scrap, but Stevie told me 'no trouble' so at the end of the match we're all just gunna come back 'ere an 'ave a pint yer?"

"Yer," I looked into his eyes a small smile playing on my lips, "when do I ever start trouble Pete?" I started to giggle as he shoved my shoulder laughing.

"Fuck off Sam" he grinned as the pub started to scream our song. We all sang along and even Matt joined in a bit.

After a while we all started to head out of the pub. "Look Pete I think I'm gunna go home, I'm not feeling too hot, jet lag." Matt said, Pete slung his arm around his shoulder and looked at him.

"Oh fuck off, your not missing the game, you're the one who wanted to learn about soccer" he laughed. On our way to the game we sang and chanted everything under the sun. We where enjoying our selves a lot.

As we got to the stadium we gave our tickets in and pulled up our hoods while running up the steps. We took our seats and waited for the game to start.

The game was full on and we had lost Bov for a while, he just disappeared.

"Fuckin' 'ave it!" I shouted as we scored.

"I don' even believe it, I don' fuckin' believe it! HE'S OVER THERE!" Swill shouted pointing to the other side of the pitch, where Bovver was havin' go at the Birmingham fans, the Zulu's.

We all stood up shouting thing to him, egging him on. "Is right Bov! 'ave a go at that!"

"Go on son!" Pete shouted as Bovver got dragged off the pitch.