Deejayseesee
Lest we forget.
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--- Tuesday April 6th, 2010 ---
"James, pass the ball!" exclaimed David Charnock, clearly showing with firm hand jestures where he wanted the pass. An ignorant James Johnson disregarded the demanding full-back who was in a much better position the striker who got himself into a whole load of mess. "Pass the ******* ball!" James replied with the response of "**** off!", and continued on his run into three opposing players. The first defender, a good build, brunette hair, the kind of guy girls would fall for, got completely flattened with a swish of Johnson's arm. The preceeding two were more beast like, and came at James at the same time. The arogant forward played it back to David who by that time had given up attempting to recieve the pass. What David Charnock hadn't noticed was that running from behind him attempting to intercept the ball was Jack Fairgate, who must have seen more red cards than 90 minutes. David to one touch on the ball, and before he could take a second, Jack had come in from behind, completely taken David off his feet and missed the ball.
"Where a..." asked David before being jolted up into the air. He could see very little, and what he could see was very hazy. There was quite a petite woman standing over him, well at least he thought it looked like a woman. He then looked down and saw this mask type machine placed over his mouth. He saw a sobbing figure sitting behind the woman, which according to David sounded a lot like James Johnson. The figure kept looking at David's legs, for no obvious reason at that time. David attempted to look down to see his toes but his vision was impaired due to the heavy-duty mask on his head. He slowly moved his right arm up to move the gas-mask to this side. At that moment, he knew exactly where he was and what had happened. Never would he play football again with the state his left leg was in.
"James, pass the ball!" exclaimed David Charnock, clearly showing with firm hand jestures where he wanted the pass. An ignorant James Johnson disregarded the demanding full-back who was in a much better position the striker who got himself into a whole load of mess. "Pass the ******* ball!" James replied with the response of "**** off!", and continued on his run into three opposing players. The first defender, a good build, brunette hair, the kind of guy girls would fall for, got completely flattened with a swish of Johnson's arm. The preceeding two were more beast like, and came at James at the same time. The arogant forward played it back to David who by that time had given up attempting to recieve the pass. What David Charnock hadn't noticed was that running from behind him attempting to intercept the ball was Jack Fairgate, who must have seen more red cards than 90 minutes. David to one touch on the ball, and before he could take a second, Jack had come in from behind, completely taken David off his feet and missed the ball.
"Where a..." asked David before being jolted up into the air. He could see very little, and what he could see was very hazy. There was quite a petite woman standing over him, well at least he thought it looked like a woman. He then looked down and saw this mask type machine placed over his mouth. He saw a sobbing figure sitting behind the woman, which according to David sounded a lot like James Johnson. The figure kept looking at David's legs, for no obvious reason at that time. David attempted to look down to see his toes but his vision was impaired due to the heavy-duty mask on his head. He slowly moved his right arm up to move the gas-mask to this side. At that moment, he knew exactly where he was and what had happened. Never would he play football again with the state his left leg was in.
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Kind Regards,
David Charnock
David Charnock
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