Hunting for Centre Backs: The Conclusion
The tale reaches its climactic finale
(If you haven’t read the first part of this epic tale, we recommend you do so here)
So it was that the great expedition had achieved its objectives and was returning back to camp to flaunt its success. Spirits were high, so high in fact that on more than one occasion some members of the group are reported to have broken out into song and dance to celebrate the capture of their two new Centre Backs. It’s said that chief of the group, the one named ‘Zubi’, was the life and soul of the party. The celebrations made the still treacherous journey back to camp just a little more bearable, but with the added burden of lugging along the two large steel cages that housed their new beasts, it was no walk in the park (or the Santiago Bernabéu, if you know what I mean).
When the exhausted feet of the expedition arrived back in camp, they knew it would all be worth it. Oh how they’d dreamt of the hero’s reception they would receive, it would be more than enough to soothe their achy limbs. But they couldn’t have been more wrong.
The sight of the two giants, contained in those cages reminiscent of King Kong’s, was enough to send half of the group running to the nearest dark corner in fear. To them, these fiends that towered several feet above them were a deadly threat to their current way of life, a life they had grown accustomed to. Somewhere in the camp, two old sages that went by the name of Xavi and Iniesta took one look at the new signings, cast a knowing glance at each other, and shook their heads in disapproval. For the expedition and for Zubi, it was a disaster.
Amidst the fear and disappointment, one brave soul known as Jordi Alba wanted a closer look at the giants. With a determined grimace, he peered into the first cage, and then the second. He went pale. What he saw were two bulging left legs, legs that in his mind could easily displace him in the first team. Without looking back, he turned an ran as fast as his hamster-legs could carry him. With such a dire state of affairs, it seemed there would be no hope for the group unless they changed their attitude.
Watching over all of this from a crow’s nest were two figures in deep conversation. Despite the situation unravelling before them, they both adorned malevolent smiles. As they came to the end of their conversation, one of the figures expressed a query.
“Are you sure about this, Lucho?”
“I’m always sure Masche, they’ll never see it coming.”