On the run and heading out of the country - this man, whoever he was, had found out a very dark secret. A secret which means so much, but for so many, nobody knew a thing about it. News that former footballer Michael Owen had committed suicide had just hit, but was this really as it was made up to be?
Stuck In The Shadows
The wheeze of an alcoholic sitting across the bar briefly interrupted the deafly silence, before normal service resumed again.
Maribor, Slovenia was the location, and an old pub was where he found himself sitting in; the perfect location for a man undercover. There was an awful stench about the place, the building itself was run-down, but he had escaped the outside world for now and that was his aim. To get away, to stay away, and although that was still a tough decision, it was the only way he could continue to live.
Family, friends, football, he had left it all behind yet at the same time he wasn’t right in the middle of the corruption, crime and conspiracy at the club. His findings seriously were this troubling however he knew this wasn’t quite the time to expose the truth, at the moment, he was just beginning to execute his plan. Only his family knew of this, but even they weren’t told of his whereabouts after phase one. This being, the forging of his own suicide.
After putting everything into practice and quickly wishing his goodbyes, he had boarded a plane immediately, having pocketed a fake ID, it was easy to get past the borders and security. The 5 hour journey was tiresome, drab, but at least it gave him even more time to reflect, think ahead and make sure he remained in front of the ‘game’.
When he alighted in the new country, he was swift in his exit of the airport, and dived straight onto the grim, grey streets of Maribor. He wasn’t here for the sights, tourist attractions, or any of that nonsense, and settled into the pub as soon as he had located it.
Sitting inside was an old man at the bar, also known as the alcoholic, a bartender and another man dressed in white robes, slouched up against the wall. None of them spoke a word but then, how were they to know that they had just been graced by the presence of a former Real Madrid football player? He didn’t want to be recognized anyway, as you know, and this pub provided the platform for him to duck away from society.
Ducked away from society, he may have been, but far from dead. He, Michael, was stuck in the shadows. Biding his time, and waiting, waiting for the right moment, to reveal everything he had learned about the chairman. Every dirty little secret.
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