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cider all day on the steps of St George’s Hall, but I can’t help feeling partly foolish and embarrassed and naive because … well, Claire and I, we’ve had only the one argument since IT happened, and during the course of that she told me I was naive, that I never followed football as a boy, that there was no way I could understand the passions it aroused especially among more disadvantaged people and that going into a pub in the city where my team had just won, wearing their colours, was pure and simply asking for trouble. Thinking about it, I’m afraid she was correct; but it was for Steven, really, I did it for Steven so he wouldn’t feel excluded at school, and besides, I thought the days of hooliganism were long gone, that fans were largely friends, now … evidently I was wrong. Or partly; I mean, I still remember outside Anfield that night, after the game, a Reds fan shook my hand and said well done and good luck. ‘Good luck’! I had the worst luck in the world that night. If only Steven hadn’t’ve been there. If only we hadn’t’ve missed the train, or if only we’d gone to a different pub to await the next one. If only, Dr Brierly said, are the two saddest words in the English language. She’s right.
    But I’m recovering. I’m getting over it. I hope Steven is too, and that our bad dreams will stop, and that I’ll be able to find another job, and that one day he’ll be able to look his father in the face again. And that some day we’ll both be able to accept that evil walks the world and there’s really very little we can do to protect ourselves against it and that it’s always been that way. In its rarity lies the hope, Dr Brierly says, and Claire has said that too, but I wonder about that, I really do. I mean surely the fact that it’s there around us and we cannot defend ourselves against it … I wonder. It still hurts when I smile.
    But they’ve been wonderful, tho, really, the surgeons and Claire and the good Dr Brierly. They’ve all done an excellent job. Really; I don’t know what I would’ve done without them, I really don’t.
    DARREN’S VICTIMS: NUMBER 21
    NO DON’T HIT ME PLEASE GOD PLEASE GOD GET THEM AWAY GET AWAY DON’T LET THEM HIT ME WHAT’S THE FUCKIN CODE YER AHL CUNT GIVE ME THAT CODE OR AL SMACK YEH AGAIN
NO DAR DON’T HIT HER MATE
DON’T USE MY FUCKIN NAME SOFT-SHITE
DON’T HIT HER MATE SHE’S HAD ENOUGH YEH DON’T AVTER HIT HER AGAIN
PLEASE LISTEN TO YOUR FRIEND THE POLICE WILL D’YEH WANT ANOTHER LUMP YER AHL FRIGGIN BITCH GIVE US THE CODE I WON’T FUCKIN ASK YEH AGAIN
YEH MIGHT KILL HER DON’T DON’T SHE’S OLD MATE SHE’S ALREADY HURT
FUCKIN WILL KILL HER LAR N ALL I DON’T GET THAT FUCKIN CODE LAR SEE THIS HAMMER YEH FUCKIN NO PLEASE NO PLEASE I HAVE MONEY TAKE MONEY THAT’S EXACTLY WHAT AM TRYIN TER DO FER FUCK’S SAKES I MEAN
JUST GIVE IM THE CODE LUV AN WE’LL GO THAT’S ALL WE WANT I’M NOT GUNNER HERT YEH
GIVE US THE FUCKIN EMRYS! EMRYS!
OH JEEZ DARLIN NO PLEASE DON’T SHOUT
ARGH YEH FUCKIN AHLD
NO DARREN NO DON’T HIT HER
ARGH
PLEASE DON’T SHOUT LOVE JUST GIVE US THE CODE AN WE’LL LEAVE YOU ALONE I PROMISE
GIVE ME THE FUCKIN TAKINGS BITCH TAKE THEM JUST TAKE THEM GIVE US THE FUCKIN CODE WELL EMRYS!
OH NO PLEASE DON’T CALL YER HUSBAND LUV JUST
HELP ME SOMEONE GOD HELP ME THE CODE TWAT THE FUCKIN COOOOOODE
    Numbers then noise. Then numbers and
a
noise. Then a lot of money.
    ALASTAIR
    Oh shite that fuckin no-mark bastard that was too far he went too far im I’m not avin that he’s not getting away with that he’s one fuckin psycho balloonhead he is that was too much that was sick no fuckin need man what do I do now oh Jesus Christ God what do I do now tell me
    get that bag I’m gunner get that fuckin bag he’s gunner be sorry I’m gunner fuck that bastard up BIG time
    all he deserves
    someone’s granny someone’s missis
    should never have gone to Wales with him shoulda known better know what he’s like he’s pure