Football singularity

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[10/11/2019, Stadion GOSiR, 18:55]

{Din Ding ding, Dong dingoling pick up your phone cause I want to talk,} May barely heard her phone as her gaze remained focused on the tussle and bustle at the tunnel. Following what had happened to Rakim, the German coach who had taken him away had proceeded to give the referees and security guards an earful.

From her seat, she couldn't hear what they were saying but the old man in the German tracksuit must have given the USA staff an earful. Because after pointing in their direction and saying a few words, they who had been on the sidelines watching the happenings were now animatedly arguing with the man. The ringing of her phone unfroze her shock at what was happening as she subconsciously pressed the answer button.

"May, did you see what happened, or is my TV computer bugging?" The concerned voice of Emma resounded in her ear through the phone's speakers.

"Not sure what you saw but it was like a scene straight out of Carrie. Emma, I've never seen Rakim lose his cool like he did, luckily one of his coaches managed to calm him down quickly." May quickly explained, but her gaze remained focused on the happenings at the tunnel, which luckily calmed down.

The official finally grew a backbone, split the two arguing sides, and warned each to stick to their sides. Following that, they quickly gave the security guards some instructions and stern suggestions to prevent such incidents from recurring. Things seemed to have calmed down, but this only allowed the rowdier of the fans to let their unhinged words be known.

May let out a shaky exhale, pressing a hand to her temple in an attempt to steady her nerves. "I can't believe how quickly everything escalated," she muttered into the phone, raising her voice slightly to be heard above the raucous crowd.

On the other end, Emma sounded equally unsettled. "Were they throwing stuff at him? I saw something cup during one of the corners but I'm only seeing screen garbs of something red splatter all over his jersey, but the camera angles were so bad I couldn't see much."

"It might've been dye or something, I don't think it's real blood. Still, I don't understand the need when they are already winning 2:0." May lamented frustration clearly heard in her voice as she glared at some of the US fans celebrating what had happened as if it was some major achievement.

Just as she thought this, a new cluster of security personnel had taken positions along the rails, glaring up at the sections where the worst offenders sat. Some fans kept yelling obscenities, emboldened by the presence of a barrier between them and the field. One teenage boy in a German replica jersey tried to hurl a plastic bottle at a rowdy section of American fans only to have an alert security guard intercept it midair. That small success earned a bit of applause from nearby spectators, but the tension in the stands refused to fade.

"You're safe, right? I mean, you're not that far from them," Emma asked, concern spiking in her voice.

"I'm fine," May assured her, glancing toward the path that led to the concourse. "I've got a decent seat, and there are at least a few empty rows around me. I think everyone's crowding the lower stands for a better view. It's just so uncomfortable, seeing how quickly they turn nasty."

Emma's voice softened. "Don't worry, he's tough, just don't go doing anything stupid to defend his honour. His ego is not that fragile though it's pretty close since they messed up his hair. Knowing him, he is thinking of ways to make them choke on their disrespect just for messing with his hair."

Hearing her words, May burst out laughing, "Haha, he probably is. Sometimes I think he believes his power lies in his hair like Samson in the bible, despite already being good when he had short hair.

"I think it's more about the memories since he got dreadlocks. That was the first request he made to our parents, so I guess it has sentimental value to him more than anything." Emma commented with a light sigh, causing an awkward silence to linger as neither of the girls knew what to say.

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[10/11/2019, Stadion GOSiR, 19:10]

"Welcome back to a second half that is promising to be just as action-packed as the first. Germany is trailing Team USA with a score of 2:0 and will be looking to make things happen early on." Paul Gartner's professional voice resounded, causing those who hadn't seen what happened at the end of the first half to believe this was just an average start to the second half in this quarter-final match-up.

He had been given stern instructions by the streaming services investors to lean into the positive of the game before the match. His boss made sure to call him again after the incident and they simply decided to act like it didn't happen or they hadn't seen it. However, Jamie, his co commentator didn't seem to have gotten the message as he continued stirring the pot.

"It sure was a lively end to the first half, players need to realise what they mean to their fans and act more accordingly. Though it will be exciting to see how the Germans respond to the clear message their opponents sent them in the second half." He said with a neutral tone, doing his best to hold back the mocking grin.

"Ehem, there come the players. It will be fun to see what an exciting display they put on for us." Paul interrupted before his co-host could say something stupid as both teams jogged out of the tunnel. However, he had just averted one disaster when two more popped up in the forms of Wirtz and Rakim.

Both their heads were covered with what looked like red dye. Wirtz was still ok as it looked like it was prayed on in a light shade after what one could only assume happened after washing. However, in Rakim's case, half his hair was a deep shade of red and he didn't seem to have made an effort to wash it out.

Paul could already see bullet comments in the stream from the clueless ones who had gone on a toilet break asking why they decided to dye their hair over halftime. Some of the more precise ones were even asking if those two were new players. Trying his best to ignore their question, he watched as another pig teammate decided now was the best opportunity to zoom in on Rakim.

"I guess it's fuck with Paul day," he silently cursed under his breath as they watched Giovanni Reyna jog up to him and hold a handout in what seemed to be an apology.

After all, they had already gone through the customary handshake so this was the only explanation he could think of. However, it was not meant to be as Rakim merely smacked his hand away and jogged to his position. An avalanche of boos descended following his actions, but he merely started doing stretches on the spot as he waited for the proceeding to begin.

"What utter lack of sportsmanship from Rakim here at Stadion GOSiR, this sort of behaviour has no room in our beloved sport. Losing is no excuse for such actions," Like the bored Jerry, he is Jamie continued finding trouble out of boredom as he went on a tirade only stopping when his mic was turned off by the producers.

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To Be Continued...