The football match stopped for half-time.
The ref' went off to the sidelines where he joined the other neutrals.
The players looked at their shoes; every player. And they didn't know what to do.
They glanced at the sidelines. The ref', along with his officials, was gone.
First they argued.
They argued for fucking ages, mind.
Eventually they talked. It happened through.. pure... entropy.., really.
Then, everyone went fucking home. The football rivalry was just a big analogy for their differences.
They punched a Paki on the way home.
They punched a man, because of his race. They all cheered when the big football player, with his gritted teeth, punched the Paki.
He fell, hit his head. He didn't die, but he was never the same since. His family were distressed and his wife cried most nights. It's not a funny joke with comic violence. He nearly died.
Nobody likes a grass though, lads. Nobody likes a grass... eh..
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