Chapter 5: Post-Match
Ferguson's Sports Bar, Emerald, Freemantle. 12th July 1998. 17:46 GMT.
"THEY DONE IT!!!!" many men shouted in the bar. "THEY BLOODY WELL DONE IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
Everyone in the bar was a die hard football fan and seeing their nation win the World Cup was ecstasy.
But the people upstairs were now leaving in large groups; seeing there was no point staying to see nothing more of the Tiger team.
"Pay day," Knuckles said, kissing his betting ticket. He had a large bet that Freemantle would win the match.
"CHRIS! CHRIS!" Nelson (the FBC interviewer) shouted, seeing Chris Beck. On the screen the fans could see Nelson running towards the young badger with brown hair. "Chris: fantastic match today."
"Thanks," Chris answered, a bit shocked. He spoke with a Liverpudlian Sweet was dipping off his fur because the temperature was high and a football match used up a lot of energy.
"How are feeling at the moment?" Nelson asked.
"Over the moon," Chris answered, glittering.
"Obvious," Nelson said, stating the obvious. "Before the match were you excepting to come on to play today?"
"To be honest, no. I would have considered myself lucky to play the final five minutes, let alone replacing Jack Laser and scoring two goals."
"Do you realise that you are the youngest player to play in a World Cup final, let alone score?"
"NO! That's the first time I heard of that," Chris answered, again, more shocked. "But I think the gaffer possibly didn't want to tell me to make sure I didn't get anymore nerves." (Gaffer is a slang term for manager/head coach).
Two other players (Craig Rixxing and Ashley Rayer) when to Chris. Both players kneed down; got Chris to sit on their shoulders, stood up and walked with him cheering.
"See you later Chris," Nelson yelled.
A couple of minutes later Nelson found Paul King.
"Paul: great game today," Nelson said, "Will that be ranked as on of your best?"
"Definitely the top three," Paul said.
"Was there any point in the match when you thought you might lose the match?" Nelson asked.
"Well I wasn't happy when Tiger got the second goal," Paul answered, "but I didn't lose hope."
"But what about when Laser was hacked down?"
"I was surprised; Petteara is normally such a fair players. Also it's sad for Jack getting injured."
"True. What about rumours that you're going to resign after the final, can you comment?"
"I'm possibly going to have a few days to think about it, but I love this job."
"Good to here," Nelson said, "and I'm sure that our viewers are happy to hear that."
Suddenly a black cat with blond hair and a chin rushed to Paul's side.
"THIS MAN IS A GENIUS!!!!" the cat shouted.
"Thanks Marcus," Paul said.
"Marcus, great save on the 76th minutes," Nelson said.
"Thanks Nelson. Love it when I get prise."
"Was it planned or come naturally to you?"
"I would love to say it was planned, but nothing is planned when on the pitch."
It took 11 minutes for the stage to be set up and for the Pride and FIFA representatives were on the pitch. On the screen it was noticeable there was high amount of security. The head of security had every centimetre of the stadium checked. There was nothing, but the head of security didn't want to take changes.
First the Tiger team went up and received their runners-up medals. That only took a few minutes. Then the Freemantlish team went up to get the World Cup. First the players were given gold medals and shook hands with the President of FIFA (a 55-year-old gorilla).
Then the captain of Freemantlish captain went to get trophy. He shook hands with Pride Leon II first, followed by he handed the captain the 18 inch trophy.
The captain took the trophy, kissed it and lifted it high about his head.
The crowd scream 'YEAH!!!!!!!' on the top of their voices. The bar owner stood on the bar and shouted: "DRINKS ON THE HOUSE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
The crowd in the bar shouted "YEAH!!" again and there was a sudden rush to bar.
Outside Ferguson's Sports Bar, Emerald, Freemantle. 13th July 1998. 00:00 GMT.
Across Freemantle pubs and bars were closing and there were alcohol fuelled men in the streets in every town and city.
"We are the Champions! We are the Champions!" was what one drunken sang. "NO!! Time for losers: cause we are the Champions of the World!"
That group was walking in line, arms behind eachothers shoulders. So of them had a bottle of beer or can of lager in their hands. Sonic was near the centre of the men.
"Three lions on a shirt!" the men started to sing now. "Jules remains still gleaming,
"No more YEARS OF HURT!!!!!
"NO MORE NEED FOR DREAMING!!!!!!!!"
The group went to the underground station. It was locked. All the trains just stopped running: basically the drivers just left early to drink.
The group tried to climb over the fence. They were so out of it that they couldn't think right. They tried for five minutes before a security guard to move them on.
The group had to walk west people buses were shut down and barely any taxis were around.
It took over an hour before the group got to Kentonhip, the area of Emerald where the group lived.
The group were singing all the way. My people ran out their homes to shout at them.
As the deep walked deeper into Kentonhip they spilt off the line and walked into they homes.
5 Silver Road, Kentonhip, Emerald, Freemantle. 13th July 1998. 01:26 GMT.
Sonic, Stars and Claws entered their home. The lights were off. Stars' and Claws' parents, sisters and Tails must have gone to bed.
Stars shut the door; pretty loudly.
"Shh!!!" Claws hissed, with his finger over his mouth. "You'll wake mum and dad," and started to giggle.
"Man you are so wasted," Sonic said drunkenly.
"So are you," Claws answered.
"YAY!!!!" They both shouted.
"Shh!!" Stars hissed.
"Don't you start shhing me mate!!!" Sonic yelled.
"I can say what I want," Stars answered.
"Are you starting?!?!"
Sonic and Stars were about push eachother but then they heard chapping.
"This is just classic," a female voice said. It was Jessica; she was wearing her pyjamas, slippers and a yellow dressing gown. "Mum and dad are going to flip when they see you."
"Please don't!" Stars yelled. "They will kill us!!"
"That's what I'm hoping for," Jessica answered.
"You bitch," Claws said.
"That's no way to speak to your little sister."
"Sometimes I wonder," Sonic whispered. All three started to laugh.
"Shut up," she said to that.
"Ooo God," Stars said. He put his hand on his mouth and ran into the toilet.
He vomited into the toilet and when he lifted his head out of it he fell unconscious.
Both Sonic and Claws stumble and both fell on the floor and felt asleep.
"I'm going to enjoy this," Jessica said and went up to her bedroom.
Damolo Building, Damolo Square, Africa, Lion. 13th July 1998. 10:00 GMT 4+.
Damolo Square was in the north of Africa city. It was the headquarters for the Lion security service.
The building itself was in the area where other countries embassies and didn't look out of place.
Within the building were all five assassins from the match yesterday. Three in cells, the other two in fridges.
Waiting in mortuary was an agent for the Lion security service, waiting for an agent from Tiger and the head of the MI6 attaché. The Lion agent was 39-year-old and called Paul Foutare. At the time he was wearing a nice dark grey suit with a silver silk tie.
The Tiger agent (Papal Dipal: 41-years-old) was first to arrive. He was wearing a blue shirt and grey trousers.
"Hi Paul," Papal said.
"Hey," Paul answered. "Sad day for you yesterday."
"I know," Papal said. "Now will have to wait four years. Anyway, who have we here?"
"Sorry: we have to wait for William."
William Gold (a 49-year-old half beagle half fox) entered the building at 10:25, he was meant to arrive at 10:05. He was wearing an expensive suit (black with a blue tie and very light blue shirt). He was an experience MI6 officer and was only heading the Lion attaché as a temporary position.
"Right chaps," he said entering the mortuary. He had a posh public school (I mean very posh private school e.g. Eton (Prince William's and Harry's school)), "lets get this over and done with."
"You watch it!" Paul yelled. "You're late! We could have this done by now."
"Come on Paul. You know how awful traffic is, plus I had business with ambassador."
"But you're embassy is only two streets away," Papal said.
"I mean the foot traffic," he answered, tapping his face. "Anyway I wanted to be handled by someone high ranking: but I only got you," he said to Paul.
"WHAT!!!!!" Paul shouted. He hated people like William; people thinking they are better than everyone else and basically arrogant. "YOU'RE NOT SO GREAT YOURSELF……."
"Temper temper Paul," William said. Paul was ready to hit him.
"Perhaps you should tell us all you know," Papal said to Paul. He needed to know everything to keep his bosses happy, but he just didn't want to see a fight.
"Fine," Paul said and pushed out the fridge the body of the head assassin. "This is Johannesburg Ovami. He was the head assassin for this operation. The basic background is his mother is from here, dad is from Rex (Soviet Union). Aged 45. Born in Wona. School records showed he was a pretty average student and left school at 17 and joined the army. Was able to get into Special Forces in '76 and he seemed promising: he made the rank of lieutenant. But we did a sting operation in '91 and discovered he was in the pocket of the KGB. Obvious we dumped him and so did the KGB. He left the country quickly and become a freelance assassin. He is infamous for doing what we call close up job: where he gets up close to target and shot him or her with a pistol. We believe he killed the Ferutme Oil minister last year."
"What a sad lost to the world," William said sarcastically. Ferutme was a country with a Fascist regime with desert and rainforest. Its main export was oil but made a lot of money from illegal arms deals and the drugs trade. The leader of the country was believed to have links with Robotnik.
"Anyway, we believe he was hiding in Sayer until he came back here," Paul finished off.
"And how did your men let him in if he is wanted?" William asked. He believed it would never happen in Freemantle.
"Well, if you didn't notice William," Paul said, patronizing him, "we had a very large sports tournament which only finished yesterday. Now since we were looking for hooligans and not assassins we didn't notice him."
"And who is the other man?" Papal asked.
"Nefaser Kjama," Paul answered, pulling out his draw. "He's 25, normal background, a pretty good footballer but his knee became damaged. Turned to shooting, which he was good at and could have represented us in the Olympics. We believe he joined the Red Lions 6 years ago. He was involved with three other assassinations; but no one high ranking."
"And why wasn't he arrested before hand?" William asked.
"'Cause we didn't find out before we find out before we questioned his partners."
"And what did you get out the ones who lived?" Papal asked.
"Well gentlemen, follow me and I'll get my colleague to tell you all about it."
5 Silver Road, Kentonhip, Emerald, Freemantle. 13th July 1998. 12:55 GMT.
"Oh God, my head," Claws said, rubbing his head when he woke up. "Sonic, Sonic," he said hitting him. "What's the last thing you remember?"
"It was you, it was you going Sonic: what's the last thing you remember," Sonic answered.
"Ha bloody ha," Claws said.
"Finally, you're up," Jessica said. "Well if you want to know, mum and dad are going to made sure you wished you know were born, but luckily they are at work."
"And Dazz and Tails, at school?" Sonic asked.
"Yeah, but they wondered how you could sleep on the floor and didn't like it that Stars' was in the toilet."
"I need a coffee," Claws said and got up, so did Sonic.
"Make it two."
"You know that coffee doesn't help with a hangover," Stars said, coming out the kitchen with a glass of water. "Water on the other hand is a lot better."
"Okay, make it two waters," Claws said.
After a couple of minutes to get some water the blokes decided to go into the living room and watch TV. They turned the TV on and had it on the FBC.
"And now the one o'clock News with Tara Williams," the announcer said.
"Good afternoon," the 29-year-old female brown bear said. "The headlights today: Freemantle won the World Cup," on the screen it showed the team captain kissing the cup, "pubs record sell."
"So it wasn't a dream," Stars whispered to Sonic.
"Police arrest suspect in the Jenny O'Neil murder case," there was footage of police officers with the suspect cuffed and had a coat over his face.
"So, do you want to watch this or the video of the match?" Sonic asked.
"This first then the vid," Stars answered.