A distant pock broke the breathless silence, which healed itself instantly.
Trev peered over a shoulder as the sixty-foot goal post gave up its battle with termites, rot, weather, gravity and Nutt, and fell into its own base in a cloud of dust. He was so astonished that he hardly noticed Juliet standing up next to him.
'Is that a kind of, like, sign?' said Juliet, who believed in such things.
At that moment, Trev believed in pointing a finger towards the other side of the street and shouting, 'He went that way!' and then hauling Juliet upright and butting Nutt in the stomach. 'Let's go!' he added. He couldn't do anything about Glenda, but that would not matter; while he held Juliet's hand Glenda would follow him like a homing vulture. People were trying to run towards the hidden goal; others were making for the apparent location of the long-distance scorer. Trev pointed in a random direction and yelled, 'He went down there! Big man with a black hat!' Confusion always helped, when it wasn't yours; when it was time for a hue and cry, make sure who was hue.
They halted a few alleys away. There was still a commotion far off, but a city crowd is easier to get lost in than a forest.
'Look, perhaps I should go back and apologize,' Nutt began. 'I could make a new pole quite easily.'
'I hate to tell you this, Gobbo, but I think you might have upset the kind of people who don't listen to apologies,' said Trev. 'Keep moving, everyone.'
'Why might they be upset?'
'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!'