Wednesday 25 June 2014

Ronaldo


Josh nudged Ian and nodded at the figure hunched on the front seat of the bus. Ian examined the man then shrugged his shoulders. 
‘What?’ he said.
The two boys had decided to skip school and head down to the bay for some ice cream and sunshine.
‘It's Cristiano’ said Josh in a horse whisper that was louder than his normal voice.
Other people looked around at the two boys and then at the object of their gaze but none of them showed that much more interested. The man himself didn't flinch.
‘Who?’ Said Ian
‘Ronaldo’ said Josh, quieter this time.
‘Don't be a tool’ said Ian, ‘it doesn't look anything like him.’ Both boys examined the man as best they could from behind before Ian continued. ‘And what the fuck would Ronaldo be doing on a bus in Cardiff?’
‘I dunno,’ said Josh disappointed ‘maybe he’s got friends here,  hey maybe he’s visiting Gareth Bale or,’ his face lit up at the idea ‘maybe right, he wants to see the Doctor Who exhibition.’
‘Yeah right, like Ronaldo is into Dr Who and even if was, do you really think that he’d travel on a bus. He probably drive a Porsche wouldn’t he?’
‘Yeah but his cars must be in Madrid.’
‘Well he still wouldn’t be seen dead on a bus, he's not your mum.’ he said.
‘Or yours.’ Josh replied, he examined him further. ‘Look, he's wearing Real Madrid shorts, it must be ‘im.’
‘Josh you've got a Manchester United top but you're not fucking Ryan Giggs are you?’
‘I could be.’
Ian shock his head.
‘He's getting off, let's following him.’ Josh said excitedly. ‘C’mon.’
Just as the driver was pulling off, the two boys raced down to the front of the bus making the driver stop again.
‘Cheers drive.’ they chorused as the leapt off the bus.
“Ronaldo” had cross the road and the boys dashed across just at the green man had turned red causing a cacophony of horns from grumpy drivers.
‘He's going towards Nandos!’ said Ian.
‘See Portuguese,’ said Josh as if eating in a generic fake Portuguese restaurant proved his point. 
The stood outside the restaurant peering in. “Ronaldo” sat in the window, looked at the boys, and smiled, it obviously wasn’t him.

‘I told you you tool. Let’s go and get that ice cream.’ As the two boys turned away in disappointment they failed to spot a car pull up outside the restaurant and two men get out, a certain Mr Bale and his metrosexual Portuguese friend.

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