CHAPTER XI
The dusk was gathering outside. Many workers were returning home to prepare for the next working day. But for two friends, this was not the case.
“GOAL! Ha ha! Forget speaking pidgin, man, this is the real deal. Six-one!” Segun said.
He happily watched the replay of his player scoring an overhead kick from a corner kick. Chuks was resentful. This was one of the few things Segun bested him at.
“Shey na because of ordinary six goals, you no want make I hear word again,” Chuks said grumpily.
“Ordinary six goals you couldn't score in eighty-eight minutes, just admit you're jealous I can play more than you.”
The match had ended. Segun switched off the P.S. 4 and set it back to the decoder. They were both sitting cross-legged on the floor.
“I still can't believe we can get invo
