Derry Girls: A New Arrival Part 2

Chapter 19: The Game, Part 2

Marco's vision suddenly went blank, he felt himself fall to the ground from a thunderous force to his face. His hearing was non-existent, but quickly became muffled, but he then heard loud screams of anger ringing in his ears. The moment of glory had been snatched away; MadStab had lamped Marco with a vicious punch and had taken James down with a furious clothesline to his chest, flooring him to the ground as well. Erin sprinted towards James in a panic. Orla and Clare were left stunned.

The two teams were clearly shocked by MadStab's blatant foul, who let out a maniacal laugh, but his moment was short-lived. Michelle exploded with utter rage on MadStab. Michelle went to punch him with everything she had, but she kicked and screamed through gritted teeth as Gerry pulled her back.

"You fuckin' bastard!!!!!..... That's my cousin, you fuckin' arsehole!!!!!!" She screamed.

While Gerry grabbed Michelle; Finn and Shawn shoved him back in disgust, defending James and Marco. MadStab was now crowded by a wall of players, along with Laurie who were outraged by his actions. As Marco held his cheek throb, he felt someone crouching over him. He looked up and saw Orla with panic in her eyes.

"Marco.... MARCO?!!" She cried, shaking him to get his attention.

"Where's James?" He managed to say.

"He's over there." Orla sobbed.

As Orla cradled him, Marco slowly focused on the sight of James on the ground. He began to feel a familiar, unrelenting anger boil inside him. He tried to bring himself up but was too disorientated. He then glared across the field, seeing through the crowd, he saw MadStab smirking at him. Marco then heard another voice.

"Are ye alright, son?!" Joe asked. "Talk to me, lad!" Joe knelt and held him tight as Marco shook with rage. "It's alright.... It's alright, son."

"James.... JAMES! Are ye ok?" Erin shrieked, dropping to her knees. James was lying on his side, clutching his upper chest, as she heard him groan with pain, Erin cradled her wee English fella in her arms. Michelle had now joined them, along with Clare and Gerry.

"James, Are ye alright, son?!" Gerry crouched down, trying to gage James' eyes.

"James! How many fingers am I holding up?!" Michelle asked desperately, giving him the middle finger.

"......one." James answered with a whisper.

"Aye.... that's right!" Michelle was a mixture of anger and anxiety.

"Can ye get up, James?!" Clare panicked.

"Yeah.... I think so." James said slowly. Catching his breath.

"Alright.... Let's just go slowly." Gerry said.

Michelle and Erin slowly helped James up to his feet. James felt dizzy from the impact. They let him move at a slow pace as they walked off the pitch. Clare could hear Laurie, who was now gripped in a loud shouting match with MadStab. She turned to see her girlfriend standing face to face with the menacing figure. Clare scrunched her face with anger and marched to be by Laurie's side.

"Clare?! Oh Balls!" Michelle cried.
Meanwhile, MadStab raged at Laurie with the rest of the team circled around them.
"You aren't the fuckin' manager, ya fuckin lezzer!!" MadStab exclaimed with wide eyes. His ego was on full display.
"I'm the fucking coach and I say yer off the fucking team Danny!" Laurie shouted back.
"Bullshite! If anyone needs to go... it's you!!!!" He shouted at her with utter distain. "I don't need some backward Homo Lesbian telling me how to fucking play! That's Mr Byers' job. NOT YOURS!!!!" MadStab shot, getting right up in Laurie's face.

"Don't ye talk to her like that!!!!" Clare raged. Shoving MadStab. Laurie quickly grabbed Clare as MadStab laughed loudly at the sight of the pint-sized girl squaring up to him.