Mark was sitting next to Alex. Mark was wearing a full ghost costume. It was a white bedsheet with two holes cut for eyes.
"I AM THE GHOST OF MADRID PAST!" Mark shouted from under the sheet. "WOOOOO!"
"Mark," Mr. Curtain sighed. "We are doing Greek Tragedy, not Scooby Doo."
"But I am terrifying!" Mark insisted. "I am the phantom of speed! I will haunt their defenders!"
"You look like a laundry basket," Alex whispered.
"A fast laundry basket," Mark corrected. "The scariest kind."
The bell rang.
Alex packed his bag.
The Climax.
It was tonight.
Champions League. Semi Final. Second Leg.
Arsenal vs Real Madrid.
The Emirates Stadium.
They had won in Spain. But Madrid were the zombies of football. They never stayed dead. They always came back.
Alex walked out to the car park.
Milo was waiting.
Milo was dressed as... a Bouncer.
