BACK TO PASS
"GOAL!!!!" cried the referee.
The crowed jumped out of there seats cheering the winning team on, with screaming and joy.
"There you have it, folks. One of Ricardo Yuè's best plays ever." said the announcer, while dancing aroud his table with cofee spilling out of his cofee cup, the people who is with him there eyes stretched in disgust and astanosment.
MEANTIME.....
"Well done, Ricardo." cried one of Ricardo's teamate as he throws his arm around Ricardo's neck with pure gladness and admiration.
"You're way better than that low schooled brother of yours." said one of the teamates to Ricardo.
Ricardo smiled and said: "Yeah, your probaly rhight."
PRESENT
"Is this, the place?" asked a young man in a black suit with a white shirt with raven black hair and blue eyes.
"Yeah, this is the place Joe." answerd a elderly man, in t-shirt and jeans with grey hair and blue eyes.
And so they walked up to the old rusty gate, with a realy hard push the gate swung open.
'EEAH' cried the old rusty gate.
"Hopefully, where at the rhight place." said the one called Joe.
With the utmost caution they walked up the old wooden steps - creaking as they step on it - until they reached the old wooden door with rusted old hinges and knocker.
With all of there courage they knocked on the door....
Slowely a old man opend the door, he looked as though he couldn't be older than 92.
"Can I help you?" his voice rasped.
"Uhm, yeah are you by any chance Darius Yuè, the brother of the most famous soccer player - Ricardo Yuè - in the world?"
"Yeah, I am why do you ask and who are you?"
"O, were Joe and Alen *(&@ from Saturday's Newspaper and we wonderd if we could interview you mr. Darius Yuè about your brother's days as a soccer player."
"Is that so? Well, come in then."
The house was gloomy looking and the curtains were drawn close....
"O, sorry about that me and my wife just came back from vacation in Europe so we didn't had chance to clean the place." apoligized Darius Yuè.
"No, we understand." said Joe hands flying like a windmill.
"Sorry, my brother gets annxios when people apoligize." explained Allen, Darius laughes.
"I see, I see he's very much like my wife unfortunly she has gone to the city to buy stuff so when do you whant to begin with the interview?"
"If it's rhight with mr. Darius can we begin now?"
And with the three had gone and sat on a chair and a couch - wich was by the way a 18th century old living room set - the recorder was set on the table and Joe said: "Can you tell us a bit of your brother's soccer days, mr. Darius?"
"I'll tell you from what I've learned from my brother's journal."
And so Darius began...