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"What was that? Do you know the press is waiting outside to meet me? What will I answer them?" I screamed at John.
"Do you think it's funny to get my face planted in his butt? Man that fellow stinks!" he shouted back, going to the changing room, slamming shut the door.
"Yeah, you got a good closeup look at his ass!" I banged on the door, "Get out and come with me. You need to face them and explain."
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"Morning Herald here," said a reporter thrusting her microphone at me, "We saw John Wallace deliberately pull down the dress of a fellow footballer during the game."
"Listen, it's a case of wardrobe malfunction for the Westerners. We Easterners have no fault in that," I tried to pacify them.
"Do you know that the sports ministry can ban your team from the championship and you maybe fined? Did you have a talk with the minister?" a tall, burly fellow enquired.
"No, I doubt the minster will contact me at so silly a thing. And this isn't so serious an offence for banning us. It was an accident," I tried my best to pacify the crowd.
"But they say you deliberately did it to distract their best player, to win the game," another reporter spoke up, desperately scribbling in his notebook, as cameras flashed incessantly.
"Why would we do that? You know that we had played a fair game always," I pleaded, though it was useless to try to explain anything to a bunch of imbeciles.
"But you definitely did it this time and you're accountable for that, the other team may file a lawsuit against you," a blonde girl cried out.
"Friends, nothing was deliberate. I would give my answers to the minister if he wants. Excuse me please and I doubt the other team has money enough to file a case, seeing that they don't have enough to buy new trousers with better elastics for their players," I retorted, frustrated.
"That is not an answer," someone spoke up, "Millions of people watching the game saw what happened. We demand an explanation. "
"Listen buddy," John intervened finally, "I had no damned interest to look up his ass, with so many beautiful cheerleaders up there. The ground was slippery due to the rains and I slipped, clutching onto whatever came at hand. Little did I know it was his pants and that for some reason he had worn it loose. Either he wanted some air on his parts, or else he was planning to go straight to his girlfriend in the stands, after the match. Whatever the reason, it wasn't fun for me to have my face hit his butt and boy, he definitely farts a lot! "
The crowd gasped and then burst out laughing as a whole.
My cheeks were burning. I abruptly got up from the podium and locked myself in the dressing room.
Never in my entire career as a sports manager had I expected that sticky situation.
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