Madu laughs even more. at ‘You’re shit football.’ ‘Fuck off.’ even a football. a tennis ball and I got my proper boots on. Madu It’s not It’s haven’t struts like so smart. He puts on a voice like a quiz show host. he’s the England team is all ‘That’s why blacks.’ up. And anyway if it means that shit at ‘Shut that’s true you’re football ‘cos we never win the World Cup or anything.’ Madu stops laughing, but still got that stupid grin. Like the best at he’s he’s everything and at everything. I’m rubbish your go ‘It’s anyway.’ it. You kicked ‘I ain’t getting it.’ your ‘It’s fucking go.’ kicked it. my game and the rules. If you the ‘You fucking It’s it’s don’t hit garages then you lose a life and you have to get the ball if you spaz up.’ not laughing now. Just pointing at the bins. I know why he want to go. He’s doesn’t The bins fucking stink of shit. People put nappies in there and dead animals. Everybody says so. Once, there was a dead cat on the road. Its eye was hanging out on a string and loads of kids were looking at it and then a man from the Paki block came out with a shovel and threw it in the bins. Madu said that in Africa the Muslims would have eaten it. his Dad told him anyway. I said they cook cats in That’s what the chinky takeaway, and dogs too. We pissed ourselves. People slash in the bins as well. I saw the older kids do it when they were drinking beer and whiskey. They fucking stink. But, no point arguing. ball and if I get it he it’s It’s Madu’s don’t let me play anymore and I want to hear the garage doors banging again. won’t
Madu laughs even more. ‘You’re shit at football.’ ‘Fuck off.’ It’s not even a football. It’s a tennis ball and I haven’t got my proper boots on. Madu struts like he’s so smart. He puts on a voice like a quiz show host. ‘That’s why the England team is all blacks.’ ‘Shut up. And anyway if that’s true it means that you’re shit at football ‘cos we never win the World Cup or anything.’ Madu stops laughing, but he’s still got that stupid grin. Like he’s the best at everything and I’m rubbish at everything. ‘It’s your go anyway.’ ‘I ain’t getting it. You kicked it.’ ‘It’s your fucking go.’ ‘You fucking kicked it. It’s my game and it’s the rules. If you don’t hit the garages then you lose a life and you have to get the ball if you spaz up.’ He’s not laughing now. Just pointing at the bins. I know why he doesn’t want to go. The bins fucking stink of shit. People put nappies in there and dead animals. Everybody says so. Once, there was a dead cat on the road. Its eye was hanging out on a string and loads of kids were looking at it and then a man from the Paki block came out with a shovel and threw it in the bins. Madu said that in Africa the Muslims would have eaten it. That’s what his Dad told him anyway. I said they cook cats in the chinky takeaway, and dogs too. We pissed ourselves. People slash in the bins as well. I saw the older kids do it when they were drinking beer and whiskey. They fucking stink. But, it’s no point arguing. It’s Madu’s ball and if I don’t get it he won’t let me play anymore and I want to hear the garage doors banging again.