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Wibbly Wobbly, Timey Wimey
Chapter 13: Asteem's Explications
Coffee now in hand, Luke Longstar uneasily settled in to the chair in John Asteem's office at the Cenian FA.
"So, you asked me if my father had anything to do with the Portal Incident," said Asteem. "He did."
Luke, suspicious that Asteem had an ulterior motive in admitting this, furrowed his brows. "Why exactly are you telling me now?" he asked. "In the climax of every single crime movie ever, the villain admits their evil plan, and it always comes back to bite them. So are you falling into that trope?"
"Well, I'm not a James Bond villain," Asteem said with a laugh that sounded just villainous enough to Luke. "My dad was, probably. We agreed on the goal, but disagreed on the methods. I don't like Andrew Arrowsword" — he seemed to spit out the name like it was a piece of gristle in an otherwise well-cooked steak — "but I didn't agree with the collateral damage that happened when my dad went to the portal to try and sabotage it."
"But you got your goal — Andrew didn't play on the national team as a result." Luke sipped his coffee.
"Yes, but I wanted there to be a national team!" Asteem said. "And of course, we didn't even manage to send Andrew into the future — we didn't find out until later that he had stayed behind in Drawkland to stay with his sister."
Luke shook his head. "So you sent the team — us, ME — into the future without even realizing that YOU DIDN'T GET YOUR TARGET? Why do we have such incompetent leadership?" Luke stood up to go. "I'm out of here." The edge on his voice was as sharp as an industrial buzz saw.
"Then go," said Asteem. "Let me say one thing: I may dislike Andrew Arrowsword, but I never would have done something as asinine as that whole portal stunt my dad pulled. I respect you and the other players too much."
"Well, thanks very much for that." The sarcasm dripped off Luke's voice. "Your dad ruined our lives, Andrew's lives, and the team's chances in the World Cup for decades. And now where are we? Who the fuck knows. So. Thanks. Very. Much." With that, Luke stormed from the room in the same fashion that he had stormed in the room.
On the way out, he caught a glance of Asteem's secretary's expression. It was if an Edgar Allen Poe madman had entered the room, sealed up Asteem like a cask of Amontillado, and stormed back out. Luke didn't care.
Luke didn't remember the journey from Asteem's office to the national team training facility in New Oxford — it had disappeared in a blur as fast as the TetTrans train had that brought him there.
He only remembered addressing the team there, and even that memory was far from crystal clear. The manager had told the team what exactly he knew about the Portal Incident: a rogue Cenian FA member had sabotaged the portal so that the plane carrying the national team would remain stuck in the portal for twenty years. The FA member had wanted to strike against Andrew Arrowsword; the rest of the team was simply collateral damage in that single-minded goal.
Luke told them about all the research that the physics professor Jaina Ende-Dogor had conducted on the portal, and how she had improved physics' understanding of how the portal worked. But Luke had absolutely no idea how the physics worked; he had no idea when Jaina explained it to him even in layman's terms, and he had absolutely no idea now.
And Luke tried to grasp the implications of Damian Asteem's actions, and John Asteem's continued jealousy-cum-hatred of Andrew Arrowsword. But he couldn't say: He remembered comparing himself unfavorably to Roman soothsayers and contemporary tarot card readers in that he could not predict the future. Supposedly, the FA remained committed to entering the team, pretty much the whole team from before, in the qualifiers for World Cup 91. Luke hadn't heard any information to the contrary on that front, so the team would continue to practice and prepare.
Where were they going from there? He couldn't say.
Luke might not have remembered what exactly he said to the team on that day, but he remembered their reactions as clear as Lake Cenial's waters: the color had drained from many faces, and ominous silence rather than vociferous clamor ruled the day.
Andrew Arrowsword finally broke the silence. "I say fuck the FA."
And Luke agreed with that.
After the speech, Andrew came up to Luke to chat about the whole situation. "That's a fucking bombshell, isn't it?"
"Yes, it is." Luke assented. "Shall we go on a walk? The University Gardens are nearby."
The two friends and colleagues silently slipped away from the main group, which had begun drills under the leadership of one of Luke's assistants. "Where are we going from here?" asked Andrew.
"I know a great rhododendron grove near here that can give us some privacy," said Luke. "They're really beautiful this time of year, when they're blooming."
"No, I meant in terms of football. With all of this political stuff going on."
Luke shrugged. "We're going to do the same thing we've always done: try and qualify for the World Cup, Margaret willing."
"It's not like we did that well beforehand, to be honest," said Andrew quietly. They entered the gardens and Luke guided them through a forested path, away from the central greenhouse and manicured lawns. "I'm not sure I believe this at all, much less wholeheartedly, but is this a good opportunity for us to retire, to hand over the ropes to a new generation? Or to even give up football altogether as a nation?"
As the duo reached their destination, Luke stopped to take in the scenario. He inhaled for a moment. "Gets me every time," he said, looking pensive before answering Andrew's question. "Do I think this is a moment to give up, hang up our boots and move on? No. Do I think this is a moment for reinvention? Yes. Do I think the road ahead will be easy? Certainly not."
Luke paused for a second, clearly cogitating to try and find a flower metaphor that wasn't totally overdone. "In the language of flowers, the rhododendron means danger or beware. But to most people, the rhododendron is just beautiful, and I could wax lyrical about the way dewdrops linger on each flower." He paused, carefully choosing each upcoming word like a florist arranging the most beautiful bouquet. "Not to overdo things, but we have to beware, of course. There are certainly political undercurrents to watch out for. But on the other hand, we can still create something beautiful, play the beautiful game."
Andrew nodded, although he had looked confused at the whole flower language comparison. "I mean, though, doesn't it seem kind of pointless, for me, anyway, knowing that there's somebody out to get me personally?"
"Let me ask you a question in return," said Luke. "What do you know how to do best?"
"Play football," said Andrew without skipping a beat.
"And why would you let anyone stop you from doing that?"
Andrew smiled. "You have a point." The two turned around and walked back to the training ground, ready to take on whatever Margaret would throw at them.
Ceni entered the World Cup 91 qualifiers as anticipated, finishing in fifth place in its qualifying group and receiving some international attention for its efforts to pick up the pieces after the Portal Incident. Led by Andrew Arrowsword, the team reached the Round of 32 in the Cup of Harmony and the quarterfinals of a Copa Rushmori held on home soil. But Arrowsword would never see the final glory of winning a World Cup: After that finish, he announced his retirement from international football, switching over to become manager of the Cenian U-18 and U-17 sides. Of course, Arrowsword immediately won the U-18 World Cup in Gortolekua, leading to (perhaps outlandish) rumors that he would eventually take over from his mentor Longstar and lead the Cenian NT to World Cup victory, someday...
On a more personal note, Arrowsword finally married his longtime boyfriend Liam Penderyn in a swanky ceremony in their own castle in Drawkland, although he'll have to contend with his husband being a politician...
Luke Longstar will manage the team in the World Cup 92 qualifiers. Hopes are high, although many were dashed when Ceni was thrown into Group 1 of qualifying along with Turori, the world's undisputed number one team by a long shot. Will Ceni defy the odds and qualify for the World Cup on their second attempt after returning from the dead? Probably not, but only Margaret will tell...























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