New Black Country Fiction

Arts Foundry

Who am ya?

By Chloe Brown

‘Who am ya?’ screamed Kyle at the top of his lungs.

‘Wolves ay we,’ the group chanted back to him. A wave of orange-topped fans, mostly young men, flooded off the coach, just back from an away match against Leeds United. It wasn’t a bad game, but it wasn’t a good game either. When the final whistle blew it was 0-0; not what the Wolves needed. People spilled off the coach and into the street, a sea of orange slowly dispersing.

Kyle felt a surge of pride. It was his first away game and even though the result wasn’t what anyone wanted, he’d made sure he got a few good punches in with this fat fella who thought he was something. His shitty white top soon turned red. Kyle’s fist balled around the Leeds badge; hearing the material rip had made his hairs stand…

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