Sunny day. Bad atmosphere. Looks being passed between people trying too hard not to know each other. Failing badly they is. Should do better. So what's the story then?
Suppose story starts on the street. Outside like. Always a good place to start a story I reckons. Begins with police searching a car. Wrong car as it happens. Other footies is holding some guy against a wall, while others check his jacket in doorway of the adult store. I understands they won't find nothing.
Morning. Early for some. Late for others. Someone, it seems, is clearly not making it through the day, is getting desperate and is needing some action pretty quick. Like right away. So. Quick snatch job is all. Bad call is what it is. Being watched see. Being watched quite closely as it happens. Decision time. For me. Do I let it go and carry on waiting? Or do I move in, blow cover? Luckily, for all involved, uniformed footie steps in. Very lucky.
Bit of a chase. Laugh that. Likes a good chase, who doesn't? Security joined in too. Laugh that also. Though twats they is for joining in because peoples quick round here when opportunity arises. So it is. Quick in and out, even though they knows cameras sees them all. And they knows security will be having words with them later. Poor bastards. But hey, what you going to do? I'll have a word prior like, it's what I does, my job. Like I tells you, my street.
Steve Coel
