Broken Defence

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England won their second game which put them through to the quarter-finals with a game to spare. It would allow the manager to rest some players and let some of the other players have a run-out, including Olivia. We watched the 3rd match from the bar again but with the knowledge that we had tickets for the rest of the games which were all in our city.

Holly again missed out, the calf strain from the 2nd game still not fully healed. Caroline had gone to visit her to see how she was doing. I longed for a reason to join her but I didn't have one. It was one thing to be the manager of Holly's club but quite another to be the press person at her club when the National Team had their own team.

I found myself caught up in the excitement of the tournament after England won their 3rd game. I finished off a match report while drinking a pint of lager and sent it off to Georgia to proofread. The buzz of the tournament had certainly got to my writing as it was much more superfluous and flowery than normal, came Georgia's critical response. Dionne, Jake and I decided to stay on for a few more drinks. Caroline departed soon after the final whistle with her phone in hand.

I awoke to my hotel phone ringing. I sat up and checked the time. 01:12 am. The phone was on a table on the other side of the room which meant getting out of bed. A poor design which would lose the hotel a star on my review, I'd just decided.

I picked up. "Hello?" I said sleepily.

"Eh Mr Bradley, there is a woman 'ere to see you. 'Olly."

"Oh! Let her up please!" I said, surprised and excited. Maybe I should have been worried, it was 1 am after all, but my excitement about seeing Holly outweighed any rational thought.

I had the door open and I was hanging out of it when the lift opened and Holly walked out in her team tracksuit.

"Alright, calm down," she smirked, "you look like a lovesick puppy."

"I'm sorry, the man you're looking for is next door. It is a closed-off arsehole you're here to see, isn't it?" I responded lamely. I was tired.

Holly paused at the door and kissed me on the lips. She pulled away with her eyes still closed. "I needed that," she whispered quietly.

I let her pass and closed the door behind us. The hotel room only had a bed and a desk so I offered both and she chose the chair.

"So, as happy as I am to see you, what are you doing here? Isn't this risking a suspension? Wait, Holly, you shouldn't be here!" I added in alarm, my brain waking up and catching on.

"Stop, Tom. Just stop. Don't speak, don't interrupt. Please."

Uh oh. A million thoughts ran through my head so I sat down on the bed facing Holly before my head swam. She nodded at my compliance, her face paler than I initially noticed.

"I withdrew from the team tonight. It'll be announced tomorrow." I opened my mouth and then stopped when Holly flashed me a look.

"They'll say it's my calf but it's not." She swallowed. "It's morning sickness."

*****

Epilogue:

The commentator's voice was booming through the lounge in the stadium.

"And there's Holly Dane, her return for the start of this tournament is a welcome one for her manager Caroline Noakes who used to manage her at club level, of course."

The co-commentator joined the discussion.

"That's right, it's been 2 years since she withdrew from the European Championships and now she's back to captain England. Hopefully, it'll be all the way this time after the semi-final heartache at the last tournament. She hasn't played much football since returning from maternity leave and the well-documented complications following her pregnancy. If she's fit, England have a chance."

I walked out of the lounge and through the doors into the roar of the stadium. I was in the corporate area, the National Team had seen to that at Holly's request. No more missing her play. Lizzie was in my arms, her stroller with Sylvia who was sitting in the lounge with a plate of fancy food.

"There's Mummy, look!" I said to her sleeping face.

I watched Holly take her position in defence and crouch down. She rubbed the turf, grateful to be back on it. She stood back up and kissed the tattoo on her inner arm. I knew it well as I went with her to get it after she finally left the hospital and recovered, weeks after giving birth. It read 'never stay down'.

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AnonymousAnonymous6 months ago

4 star it was alright my bias is against it. But objectively speaking you made a masterpiece centered around never give up never give in. That said I don’t know how he would be able to see the love of his life as being untainted after what she did to him . She chose her dream and screwed no telling how many men over his love for her. I don’t see realistically a person holding out hope or careing for someone so selfish irl, man or women trampling on women’s love for you is a no no

AnonymousAnonymous9 months ago

Too many people don't seem to understand this powerful story of overcoming all adversity.

The Hoary Cleric, not a member.

AnonymousAnonymous11 months ago

Well enough written to merit a good rating in my opinion. Unfortunately the whole thing hinges on a self-indulgent slut and a gormless jerk as main characters. Simply ghastly.

MaverickXMaverickX11 months ago

Not gonna rate because I can't rate this fairly since I didn't really give it a chance. The moment I read that she left and slept around the US is what prevented me from even giving it a chance. So I mostly got my info from the comments, regardless if I was with someone and they left and got ran through for 8 years idrc who you or what your reasons are we won't be getting back together. Especially if the entire internet blew up over said stuff. Pretty lame tbh

AnonymousAnonymousover 1 year ago

The story was well written and the spelling/grammar was fine. The content was weak however. Basically she leaves for the States hoping for the good life, it doesn’t work out partly because she sluts around. She then returns to London, does a number on the guy who has loved her for years and has a major pity party. The pitiful thing is, he takes it all and even forgives her. Sorry but really ?

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