What I need is a kick. Oh yeah, where is it? Where’s my stash, my Deep heat? Might be under my pillow. Yup, here it is, praise the lord. Cap is a bit tight and there’s not much left. Funny how it doesn’t burn your fingers when you rub it on. For muscular relief – yeah, and a bit more. Ah yeah, that’s it, I can feel the first tingling of heat. Now I know what the colour red feels like. Winter is definitely over. Guess I’m lucky I’m a bit clumsy because I wouldn’t be sitting here now rubbing this stuff on my cock if I hadn’t missed my groin a couple of weeks ago. You know, I think most of the team have little “sessions” themselves. Did I mention it to Jonesy after we’d had a few beers? Thanks De’Arth, took you long enough to realise an Englishman likes a few beers to get the best out of him. Not too much mind, otherwise we go loopy- alright I do. So what if I pulled Dawson’s trousers down when we were watching Spain thrash France one nil? Ha, think you’re gonna win do ya? Probably might actually. Anyways, can’t have too much of the piss, got to think of our temples, and my bod is a beauty. Well, it would be if it wasn’t for these little niggles I get in my groin when I run. Like constellations of pain, as Helen would say. I really need a holiday, anyone can see that. My proper boss at the club knows it, my next neighbour knows it, fuck, even the check-out girl at Sainsbury’s knows it. Yeah, probably thinks she should come with me and all. I’ve seen the looks. Like that time I was cornered in the car park back home by a townie with a forced tan and deep bosom.
“Hi sweetie, you played really well tonight”. Keep talking honey you are pressing my buttons.
“How’d you fancy coming back to mine for a bit of fun?” Fun? Hmm, let me see, I’ve just scored 2 goals in the champions league, how the fuck can I top that, nah? I’m a bit tired hun. But I do fancy you so give me your number and we’ll see another time eh? Filed that tatter of paper with the rest. Gotta keep your accounts up to date eh? No mobile numbers for me. Not gonna let the press catch me out like that. Yes, I’m a wise one, no comebacks for me. Well, apart from that bloody back pass I bet, but, every fucker makes mistakes, right?
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