Mr Invisible by Duncan Brockwell

Author:Duncan Brockwell [Brockwell, Duncan]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Bloodhound Books - crime, thriller and mystery
Published: 2021-01-03T22:00:00+00:00

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“You’re all gonna have to do much better than that if you want to win the league this year!” Shane shouted, his breathing laboured from so much running. The first day back after Christmas and the New Year and he had to confess to being out of shape. The blazing sun didn’t help either, although he was glad his side were skins and not shirts. “Let’s run the play again, and this time get it right, for Christ’s sake. I’m sick of us losing every season, aren’t you?”

Playing ruck rover – as to be ruckman he needed height – he handed the ball to his ruckman and turned to face his second-in-command’s ruck rover on the shirts’ side. Shane, the ruckman and rover were all followers, which meant they followed the ball around the pitch more than the other positions. They had to be in tip-top physical condition. As he got into position, he held the ball and caught their attention. “Are we going bring the cup home this season?”

A semi-enthusiastic chorus of yeses came from his team.

“My grandma can shout louder than that. Are we bringing it home this year?”

A more confident and convincing “yeah” reverberated around the cricket ground.

“I can’t hear you! Again, are we bringing the cup home?”

“Hell yeah!” They all yelled.

And as he watched his ruckman, a guy named Larry, who measured six feet eight inches tall, hand the ball to the umpire, Shane readied himself for the fourth repeat of this play. The team seemed incapable of getting it right. Determined to master it before the end of the session, one complaint he caught commentators making was that his crew didn’t work well together. Most of them blamed him for it, and he aimed to remedy that criticism. The fact the Swans had not won a competition, or made the semi, or quarter finals since he’d taken over, only added weight to their comments.

Glad to be back, footy took his mind off Elf Man having an incriminating photo of him with Valerie. He spent the previous weekend and the rest of the week waiting for Georgina to confront him. Shane wished he knew what Elf Man was anticipating; why he dangled the video in front of him?

On Sunday night, Shane had tried telling Georgina what happened on Friday night, about how he met Valerie. When he sat Georgina down, and she smiled at him, he couldn’t go through with it; he couldn’t face the thought of her hating him. Sometimes, he kicked himself for his stupidity.

Today was the first day he didn’t feel jumpy. He lived for football, for the plays and tumbles. Hell, even if she found out and they broke up, he would still have footy, still have wild after-game parties to attend.

“Hey, Shane, is that George over there?” the umpire asked.

Squinting into the sun, Shane found Georgina waving him over, wearing only a bikini and thong shoes. Upon closer inspection, she was crying. He excused himself from the play, running over to her.

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