'Well, Mister Nutt, first, you are not supposed to score a goal when it is not your game, and anyway you are a watcher, not a player,' said Glenda. 'And second, a shot like that gets right up people's noses. You could have killed someone!'
'No, Miss Glenda, I assure you I could not. I deliberately aimed at the pole.'
'So? That doesn't mean you were sure to hit it!'
'Er, I have to say it does, Miss Glenda,' he mumbled.
'How did you do it? You took the pole to bits! They don't grow on trees! You'll get us all into trouble!'
'Why can't he be a player?' said Juliet, staring at her reflection in a window.
'What?' said Glenda.
'Bloody hell,' said Trev. 'With him on the team you wouldn't need a team!'
'That'd save a lot of trouble, then,' said Juliet.
'So you say,' said Glenda, 'and where would be the fun in that? That wouldn't be football any more - '
'We are being watched,' said Nutt. 'I am sorry to interrupt you.'
Trev glanced around. The street was busy, but mostly with its own affairs. 'There's no one interested, Gobbo. We're well away.'
'I can feel it on my skin,' Nutt insisted.
'What, through all that wool?' said Glenda.
He turned round, soulful eyes on her. 'Yes,' he said, and remembered Ladyship testing him on that. It had seemed like a game at the time.
He glanced up and a large head drew back quickly from a parapet. There was a very faint smell of bananas. Ah, that one. He was nice. Nutt saw him sometimes, going hand over hand along the pipes.
'You ought to get 'er home,' said Trev to Glenda.
Glenda shuddered. 'Not a good idea. Old Stollop'll ask her what she saw at the game.'
'Well?'
'She'll tell him. And who she saw - '
'Can't she lie?'
'Not in the way you can, Trev. She's just no good at making stuff up. Look, let's get back to the university. We all work there, and I often go in to catch up. We'll go directly now and you two go back the long way. We never saw one another, right? And for heavens' sake don't let him do anything silly!'
'Excuse me, Miss Glenda,' said Nutt meekly.
'Yes, what?'
'Which of us were you addressing?'
'I have let you down,' said Nutt, as they strolled through the post-match crowds. At least, Trev ambled; Nutt moved with a strange gait that suggested there was something wrong with his pelvis.
'Nah, it's fixable,' said Trev. 'Everything is fixable. I'm a fixer, me. What did anybody really see? Just a bloke in Dimmer kit. There's thousands of us. Don't worry. Er, how come you're so tough, Gobbo? You spent your life lifting weights, or what?'
'You are correct in your surmise, Mister Trev. Before I was born I did indeed use to lift weights. I was only a child then, of course.'
They strolled on and after a while Trev said, 'Could you say that again? It's got stuck in my head. Actually, I think part of it's stickin' out of my ear.'
'Ah, yes. Perhaps I have confused you. There was a time when my mind was full of darkness. Then Brother Oats helped me to the light, and I was born.'