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King Of Cups. The First Half
King Of Cups. The First Half
King Of Cups. The First Half
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King Of Cups. The First Half

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Shy and young, Sarah dreams of working in a fashion magazine, but due to circumstances ends up doing what she never thought she would be doing. Not only she needs to find her way back, she also finds herself in the middle of the British football love drama, with a crazy champion title chase on top. And the Romeo and Juliet of the football world aren’t going to make her life any easier.

LanguageEnglish
PublisherAlex Flyn
Release dateApr 18, 2014
ISBN9781311286499
King Of Cups. The First Half
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Alex Flyn

An author of a short story called "What Happens On Tour...", Alex Flyn is looking forward to sharing more of her work in early 2014, including novellas "Bass The Music" and "King Of Cups".

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    King Of Cups. The First Half - Alex Flyn

    KING OF CUPS. The First Half

    By Alex Flyn

    Copyright 2014 Alex Flyn

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    Have you ever had a nightmare so vivid, so weird, and so frequent that it made you stop wanting to go to sleep? Well, guess what? I had mine again last night.

    So, I’m at a football game. I’m playing and I’m the captain of my team. It’s already injury time, and the score is two big fat zeroes. Everything depends on just one goal. If we score, we will become the champions. If not, our opponents will.

    The crowd is chanting my name. I receive the ball and sprint into the penalty box. Suddenly, my brother knocks me to the ground with the clumsiest of tackles. My mother blows the whistle and points to the spot, then shows my brother the red card. I put the ball into position and take a few steps back, ready to strike as my brother leaves the pitch.

    My father, the other team’s captain, is in the goal. Mere seconds left. All or nothing. It will be over soon. Another whistle. I take a deep breath, make a run, kick the ball, and…

    ~ ~ ~

    It seemed as though the whole country couldn’t stop talking about football. It was everywhere. Players and managers appeared on billboards, magazine covers, and in television commercials—they were acting, modelling, even cooking. With the World Cup coming up in only a couple of months, to constantly stumble upon something related to the game proved to be inevitable.

    One thing Sarah knew about football, for sure, was that she knew next to nothing about it. She could probably recognize the most famous faces but to remember their names? That seemed like a real challenge.

    She craned her neck as she tried to catch a glimpse of the dark-haired young woman standing in front of the coffee-shop counter, regaling the behind-the-counter staff with the details of her strange dream sequence. Her dream, of course, was about football. Maybe there was so much of it all around that people just couldn’t stop thinking about it. Maybe it wasn’t long before Sarah herself was going to start having those dreams.

    There was something ridiculously familiar about the brunette, though; it was definitely something about her face. Sarah couldn’t quite place who the woman was. It was as if Sarah had seen the young woman before, but the name just wouldn’t pop up in her head.

    The entire fleet of baristas seemed to be more interested in the brunette’s story than in making coffee so naturally, there had been a few complaints from the other customers. Sarah chose to remain silent and to listen carefully.

    ‘But what happened next?’ the young, skinny female cashier asked impatiently. ‘Did you score? Who won?’

    ‘I woke up,’ the brunette replied; she sighed and wrinkled her nose. ‘I wake up at

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