Private Princess

Chapter 67

Jeremy “Hooligan” Crawford streamed out of London Stadium with thousands of other downcast West Ham fans, having been drubbed 2–0 by the visitors in a pre-season friendly.

“I can’t believe you pay for a season ticket to watch that dross,” said Perkins, the Millwall fan.

“Been paying for the past seventeen years.” Hooligan shook his head. “I must be a sucker for punishment.”

“If you’re into paying to be miserable, there’s ladies that will do that for you in Soho.”

“Black leather doesn’t suit my complexion,” Hooligan laughed. “And I’ve got too much important stuff to say to have a ball-gag in my mouth.”

For a moment, Hooligan thought that the grimace on his new friend’s face was an indication that he had taken the joke too far, but he quickly realized something was seriously wrong as Perkins crashed to the ground. “Crap! Perkins! Help!” he shouted to the crowd around him.

He felt a rush of relief as he saw a police officer only steps away.

“Help! Officer! Help!” Hooligan gestured frantically. “My mate’s collapsed!”

Only then did he see the taser in the officer’s hand.