Leblouche's diary

11. The football tournament

"Ah la la... we loooost!" shouts Antoine, drunk.

"Don't shout too loudly, there are people watching us!" I said, embarrassed.

"Well what? We can no longer express our pain and sadness in public *Hiccup!*" he replies.

"Yes, but calmly!" I exclaimed.

As you can see, I take Antoine home after we were watching a match in a bar.

Our team unfortunately lost in a penalty shootout, he was so stressed during the match that he started drinking a lot of vodka shots. Reason why he was heavily drunk.

*Ding dong*

"Yes ?" said Antoine's roommate, opening the door.

"Hi Nathan," I greeted.

"Ah! Leblouche, is the match already over?" Nathan asks.

"Yeah and we... fu**ing looost!" shouts Antoine.

"You heard your guy."

"How many drinks did he have?"

"Only 7 shots of vodka, but it's okay"

"Oh, he can drink more you know..." said Nathan, taking Antoine.

"Okay, I'll leave it to you, I have to go back," I said.

"Okay, bye..."

I wonder how he's going to handle it, but anyway...

I continue my way home, then on the stairs, I come face to face with Madame Piqueron who was carrying a picture frame in poor condition.

"Good evening Mrs. Piqueron, where are you going with this frame?" I said, surprised.

"My husband accidentally stained the board my mother-in-law gave me, he got excited when his favorite team scored." said Mrs. Piqueron. "I forgive him, it was ugly anyway and then I felt guilty having to get rid of it for nothing, but now I have a valid reason" she continues.

"Oh okay..." I said.

I went home, and then, tired as I was, I collapsed on my bed.

The next day, at work, yesterday's football match was the topic of conversation, everyone was talking about it. Antoine couldn't see it since he didn't come because of his hangover.

"Hey Leblouche, did you see yesterday's match, they really fu**ed you up" said Martin.

"Yeah, especially since Antoine drank a lot of vodka to console himself" I said, laughing.

"At least he didn't break anything right?" he said.

"About that..." I said, nervous.

In any case, everyone was talking about it, it certainly annoyed me, but hey, I'm used to that. After my work, I go home as usual.

"Football, football and only football, that makes football completely crazy – uh, my word" I said, tired.

To clear my mind, I pick up the diary, hoping it doesn't talk about football.

Dear Diary

Today I had a great day at the football tournament because we won the cup! It was madness on the pitch, we had a lot of fun, we even won the cup. For a week we couldn't stop talking about it.

A few days earlier...

"Come on, stop arguing and copy the lesson, you will have it under control," said Ms. Chauvin.