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The Morning After Conversation: From London to Madrid

By Eric Beard. Trying something new. Responses and reactions welcome.

Tom (thinking): Oh my… Where on earth am I? London, still? God I hope so. WHAT. A. NIGHT. After the clock struck midnight though, bam! I can’t remember a thing! Remember the match perfectly though. Nothing like a little passion to show those Spaniards what England is all about. Seriously though, where am I? These bed sheets are so comfortable. This room is so clean. This flat is just all-around brilliant. What’s this? A note? And who could this be from? A girl named Poppy? You would, Tom. You would.

Poppy’s note: Morning Tom, help yourself to a shower and anything in the kitchen. Last night was absolutely wonderful. Wearing your Scott Parker shirt to work this afternoon. It’s a bit large, but I just couldn’t help myself. I put my number in your phone, which is charging by the desk. I get off from work at six this evening if you’re still up for Wagamama. Let me know. xx -Poppy

Tom: Holy Fabio! Calm down, Tom. You’ve done well. You’re shirtless, yes. But you’ve done well. Pull yourself together. Let’s take this one step at a time. First, breathe. Second, breathe again. Third, keep breathing. Okay, that’s enough steps dedicated to something you’ve done literally every minute you’ve been alive. Fourth, get up, get your phone, and call Connor.

Two Londoners. Two England Fans. Tom was at Wembley. Connor was in Madrid for business. This is their conversation the morning after England’s victory against Spain.

Source: afootballreport