Sweden v Spain

Jun 14, 2008 19:02

Title : Spain v Sweden (Group D, game three)
Author: dalehead
Pairing : Orlibean
Rating : NC-13
Summary : Football … yep, that’s right !
Disclaimer: This is entirely made up.
Author’s Note : For gattodoro and the darling of the Kop



Wincing Sean could only sit there until Torres scored the first goal and then he had to run, as he had been doing all day, to the toilet.

Sean had the runs.

He had the trots.

He had diarrhoea.

Nine pints of beer and his bodyweight in Pork Scratchings try the most sturdy of constitutions. Sean was well and truly fucked.

But not in a good way, oh no.

Orlando had said not a word. He has not said a word loudly, louder than the loudest shout. Sean was crushed with alcoholic debilitation and didn’t see much of the first half. He sat on the toilet with the radio turned to Five Live, talking to it though without his usual excitement. When he rejoined Orlando, he even managed a smile.

“Sorry…” it was half time already. Two goals and some bloody good football. He watched the rerun of the Swedish equaliser and tried not think about his stomach that was churning like a washing machine.

Orlando brought him some water. “Baby, you’re allowed to go out and get pissed, I’m your lover not your keeper. You had a good time yeah?”

Sean nodded.

“Then that’s all that matters; you go out, you get pissed, you have a good time, you feel shite but you had a good time … now are Spain gonna get another or are they gonna get the shit kicked out of them by Holland in the next round?”

A clever move on Orlando’s part. Sean loved to pontificate but he didn’t have the energy for a long rant.

“They can but they’re a bit like us, they start off well then it all goes down the shunky. Can we watch the next match in bed, Lan? I feel like death…”

“Course we can, but I’ve changed the sheets so you better wear underwear, you know what I’m saying?”

“Kay…” Sean sipped his water and dozed.

He did catch most of the second half, waking up properly at the final whistle.

“Wossup … what’s happened?” he muttered.

“Three minutes of injury time then they will get Holland and it’ll all be over bar the shouting,” Orlando sighed.

How wrong could he be? Joan Capdevila played a searching ball into the Sweden area and with Petter Hansson dithering, David Villa took advantage to slot the ball past Andreas Isaksson…

Spain went through.

Sean was done. He hobbled upstairs to bed, stopping off for an extended comfort break…

Sweden 2-1 Spain


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