Playing Away (closed)

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Dave Vickers, 31, redhead, with crew cut, green eyes, 5,11 average build.

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It was the first European match of the season, IFK Gothenburg, away in Sweden, I had a ticket for the away game, and the home leg two weeks later at Anfield. I got there early, settling in my seat about an hour before kick-off, there were thousands of Liverpool fans there, and it was good.

The seat next to me remained empty, almost until the teams came out, and then a bright bouncy young woman came up the steps toward me.
She was beautiful 5-6 or so, brown hair, green eyes, great body, and she was wearing the shirt.
I smiled and stood up, to let her come past me, and I also spoke to her.

"Hey you are only just in time, I am Dave by the way," and I smiled at her again.
 
Victoria Malmberg, 24, wavy light brown hair, green eyes, slender built but with curves.

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I was bubbling with excitement as i push my way through the crowd. This was good and totally worth the trip from Malmö. Seeing Liverpool live in Sweden. I had preferred to watch a game at Anfield but this was the second best. I smile to apologise to a guy i accidentally pushed a little to hard. I turn around and find my seat.

A guy stand up and leave me room to get to my seat with a smile.

"Hey you are only just in time, I am Dave by the way." The guy say in English. By his shirt i know he's a Liverpool supporter, just like me. I sit down next to him and return his smile with one of my own.

"I am Vicky, and you are English." I smile wider as the players enter the arena. "Go LIVERPOOL!" I scream and raise my arms over my head. This was great.
 
It was only when she said I was English, that I realised that she was Swedish, and that was wierd somehow. Playing a Swedish team, and a Swedish girl supporting my team. She never sat still, not once in the 45 minutes of the first half. I kept glancing at her, she was very pretty, and I would loved to have seen what was bouncing under her shirt.

When half time came, I asked if she knew where we get a drink, a coffee, or even a coke, as I was parched by now, having been there over 2 and a half hours.
 
The game was great and Liverpool was leading 1-0 after the first 45 minutes of game time. I feel great and when Dave ask if there are somewhere we can get something to drink i am game. My throat is as dry as a desert after all the shrieking. I stand up and wipe my sweaty hands on my blue jeans.

"Think i saw coffee shop just outside the stadium." I grin. "I'm not from the city. I am from Malmö. If Liverpool faced of against Malmö FF i would be in trouble."
 
She spoke surprisingly good English, which was a real help to me, as I did not know a word of Swedish, excepy maybe Abba.
I was delighted when she said OK to the drink, and we went to the coffee shop, as I was the guest in her country, I insisted on paying for the coffee, and we spent nearly an hour, reminiscing about our team.

Iy was almost 11 when we got up to leave, and as I picked my coat up from the back of the chair, I sensed that something was wrong. My wallet, it was not there, I had out it in my coat pocket after paying for the coffee, and then later, taken my jacket off and.....

I realised straight away,

"Oh hell Vicky, my wallet had been stoled, my money, my credit card, the name of my hotel. Oh shit, what the hell am I going to do now. I knew it, I am so damn stupid, shit,shit shit!"
 
First i think that Dave is joking. A closer look at his face make me realise that he is dead serious though.

"That sucks." I say and state the obvious. My mind work to see how i could help him. I know i haven't known him that long but i liked him. He made the game more memorable, even if i would have had a great time there without him.

"I have a phone in my hotel room. You can use that to cancel your credit card." I offer. For now that was my only idea of how to best handle things.
 

"I have a phone in my hotel room. You can use that to cancel your credit card." I offer. For now that was my only idea of how to best handle things.


As Vickie spoke, I suddenly spotted my wallet, a couple of meteres away, under another table. Which seemed strange, for it would not have bounced, even if it had fallen from my pocket.

I grabbed it quickly, and openeed it, but my joy soon disappeared, all my cash, my two credit cards, gone forever I guessed. Even the note I had written, with the name and address of my hotel was gone. Now I knew that I had to take Vickie up on her kind offer.

"Are you sure you dont mind if I use your phone, I will have to call the UK, and get my dad to cancel them. I dont have the bank phone numbers you see."
 
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