The Footballer Is A Match
Ipswich had a good track going as an Espanyol footballer but found himself out of the money. Feeling very ashamed and not wanting to show his face the well-known athlete escaped to a remote place called Torowoto.
“I need a second to get a quick coulomb,” he said to himself in the rented pickup truck. “And I will return to being the blaze seven that I was as a winner wearing that lucky number on my uniform shirt which the ladies cheered when it came off after the ball went into the net.”
Being careful to respect the land Ipswich made a small mistake when he hit a soft piece of turf and veered off the road. Once he came to a complete stop the recognizable icon was in a shock state.
“Excuse me sir,” a voice came from behind minutes later, “are you all right?
“I feel fine,” Ipswich replied.
“My name is Nicalati and I am coming back from a flower show where I was a favorite exhibitor,” the innocent comment was said, “this whole place is mine; it is my great garden.”
Removing himself from the auto Ipswich looked around, “I hope I did not ruin your Lismore,”
“No, you didn’t,” Nicalati replied, and it was then Ipswich noticed the gold necklace with all the X’s.
“Very beautiful necklace you have there,” Ipswich commented.
“Ipswich, my name is Ipswich.”
“Come get in my car and I can take you back to my mansion a few miles away.”
Feeling secure Ipswich lowered his guard and put one hundred percent trust into a stranger by getting into the passenger seat. Without questioning anything since he saw a winning young lady and not a power wolf marketing her green thumb.
Not even a quarter hour past and the pair arrived at the luxurious main house, “What’s wrong?” Ipswich saw concern in Nicalati’s face.
“Over there,” she pointed to the brick wall, “For many years at the front door I had a decorative shrubs and wooden vines, in fact I called this whole place my Pierpoint Palace,”
At first Ipswich did not know what to say but suddenly until he asked, “What happened Miss Pierpoint?”
“Whole thing fell apart and I was out of the money, so I had to sell my blue-ribbon potted plants,” Nicalati explained.
“That is so sad,” Ipswich remarked, “what did you do?”
“Found a veteran who would live here and spruce up those local boutiques and watch them bloom into successful business,” then Nicalati stopped.
Due to a heavy-set individual emerging from the front door, “Miss Nicalati, nice to see you,”
“Goulburn, do you have a second to do a good deed?” Nicalati requested, “and retrieve Mr. Ipswich’s car.
“Right away, ma’am,” Goulburn responded.
“Goulburn was a victor in the Mandalorian army,” Nicalati told Ipswich, “It was during the Star Wars campaign,”
“The Star Wars campaign?” Ipswich was confused until a young lady appeared from the garden field wearing a white dress.
“That is Elly, she is an actress.”
Ipswich watched her approach and could see theatrical skills as she mimicked a jedi warrior.
“We call her Bidgee Elly,” Nicalati held the door letting Ipswich pass.
“Mr. Ipswich, we have many bedrooms so if you want to wash up,”
Smiling Ipswich accepted the offer and disappeared into the vast castle. Turning around Nicalati acknowledged Elly,
“You can cut the act Elly,” she grinned, “that is Ipswich the Espanyol footballer, but I think between you and me we can make him into a Brisbone Meadow stud.”
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