Dirt

Chapter 5

" Oleeeee Oleeee Oleeeee Oleeeee Madriiiiid Madriiiiid "

chants all over the building .. the pub is being packed .. Madrid jerseys all everywhere .. a warm atmosphere .. warm unstoppable cheers with passion, hyped before the match starts .. Madrid vs. Valencia in the Spanish league .. a fierce match which cloe the great ELClasico .. crazy fans with love for both clubs .. anticipation and rage runs through these veins of each person, as in sometimes it could drive to brawls .. indeed, the losing team gets hammered and trashed .. being quiet is the only main thing to keep you unshamed .. the winning team gets all the honour .. as if you are a king .. you head always high walking around the pub and outside .. that is pride, and i hope me myself and Jack could be one of those gents who could get the cheers and honour .. being a crazy fan is good and bad in different aspects after all.

bets being placed as the players rush in to the field .. every pair of eyes now are on the screen .. every heart beats with the anthem of their club .. every mouth is open widely with chants being sang and shouted

"Hala Madrid!!!" 

that's what i could shout all night , before and as the match is being played.

" Vamooos Valencia!!!"

that's what the opposing team fans could chant with ful burst

As time passed, at halftime .. score is tied at nil nil .. we all stopped for a drink and a way to keep our lungs rested and could continue our chants for the second half .. much pressure on me and Jack .. we awaited the second half.

the 56th minute .. a header by the great Ronaldo could seal it for us .. as the match afterwards got over .. banners being placed .. shirts being pulled out, while i raise my arms in a cross pose with Jack as we chant the Madrid anthem .. in Spanish

"¡Hala Madrid!, ¡Hala Madrid!

Noble y bélico adalid,

caballero del honor.

¡Hala Madrid!, ¡Hala Madrid!

A triunfar en buena lid,

defendiendo tu color !!"

meanwhile after that .. i sat on a bench, joy all over me after this great win 

" What a match mate .. the atmosphere was DAAAAMN !! .. Ronaldo is a beast i tell you " as he said " Anyways, im going to grab some snack before we leave "

as after he said that , bunch of Madrid ladies passed by .. tight jerseys to their bodies, with their names n each lady .. the atmosphere became .. as Jack says .. HOOT!!

and as usual .. i expected a move by Jack .. he's just .. you know .. and in just after i thought that .. Deja Vu

" Hmmm mate .. " as he moved his right brow up and down plus a wink 

" Go go go .. you think i would stop a ... " 

as soon i wanted to finish my "complement" to him, he just went running and threw a victory sign to me .. victory for him for finding such fans .. lose for him as well (as i think) for things going wrong, poor ladies .. they are going to witness a moron. Oh Jack.

couldn't sit more as i decided to walk a bit. as suddenly after bit more walks, a car came zooming around the corner. As a weird guy wearing a Valencia shirt drove past me, he had to somewhat go around me and tap his brakes in order to slow down. He gave a "dirty look" (we all know how road rage is) and I put up my hands

"What?" as he drove by .. He saw this and immediately stopped his car in the middle of the street and jumped out with a purpose. He started charging towards me .. he wanted to see "what's up" and "if I had a problem" and also if I wanted to "go" , all the things "tough guys" say.

" Madrid shirt .. shame !!" "Do you want to handle this?" "You want some?" as he asked

I simply said, "Okay!" Please keep in mind that I am only five foot, seven inches tall and 150 pounds. while this guy was in his early 30s and weighed at least 190lbs. I thought to myself "uh oh" but he was determined to hurt me, so I had no choice.

As he rushed me, I immediately closed the distance and went for the clinch. It caught him off guard because he was expecting me to throw fists. It took me about 10 seconds to get him down, because he was struggling to try and get me in a headlock. I simply went for the body fold takedown, and when he resisted, I switched to the Leg Hook Takedown. As soon we hit the ground, he rolled to his knees and I took his, and then I proceeded with my favorite the Mata Leao! His face was turning beet red as I applied the squeeze to his neck. 

"Okay man, let me go. I'm good. I got it, let me go." as he said

I asked him if he "really was done" before letting go. He WAS done. I showed mercy and control. I did not want to hurt him. I released the choke and pushed him away from me. He dropped his phone without realizing it, and I pointed it out for him. 

the face of anger that i saw towards me while he is reaching to his phone.

" Its not over brat ... "

i couldn't do more then this .. he's being humiliated, and he was in the losing team side .. confronting a winning side fan .. his dignity was on sight so i don't want that to be vanished to him

" Just take it for now and do what you want mate " as i said

he grabbed his phone .. went into the car and just pointed out a middle finger from his window. that's what weak gents could do to save some dignity.

as i waited for Jack to come .. i got a text him saying that he got what he expected to get, "Le Finale" with that lady .. as i switched the phone to the vibrate mode and walked to my car and leave the place towards home.