Chapter Five Cleethorpes, North-East Lincolnshire, the United Kingdom
The clock on the stand had ticked on to the seventy-fifth minute, and visitors Halifax Town, who had taken an eighth-minute lead, were, in football jargon, parking the bus. They were crowding their penalty area so that there appeared to be fifteen orange shirts, not ten, in the box. Their disciplined defending, with the Grimsby players short of ideas, looked set to take the three points from the top-of-the-table encounter. The home manager, who had been in his technical area for the whole of the second half shouting orders at his frustrated players, glanced at his watch, strode up to the dugout and called, “Angel, get your top off, lad and warm up.”
Angel Sirius, who had been urging on his companions in black and white
