Kevin Omalley

Kevin O’Malley ambitious with the skill and determination to reach England’s starting squad for the 2014 world cup. The twenty seven year old marksman sticker with an eye for goal, he stood at a staggering six foot. Kevin played for arsenal football club. There was only one man that stood in his way that man was Wayne Rooney kev’s arch enemy.

Wayne smelt of fowl body odour and out of date fish and chips, you could taste the chips of him, when you touch him his skin was wet and damp with sweat when you looked at him you could see a large bent nose and ears like a monkeys also you could hear him from miles away with his heavy breathing and loud footsteps.
It was a Saturday morning at the Emerites, the season was under way. The lights were beaming down on the freshly cut meadow green grass, the fans were in for a real treat as the outstanding inform Arsenal take on a worthy opponent Manchester united. Kevin O’Malley was filled with rage and anger. He had to make the England squad and this was the game to do it, as he sat in the changing room an idea he had to kill or seriously hurt Wayne to make the squad, to for fill his life time ambition. To play for England.
The game kicked off at twelve thirty the sound of cheers and the smell of freshly cut grass filled the bottom of the player’s lungs, he was ready. Kevin looked at his team mates shirts the colour was blood red and Kevin could not get the almighty task out of his head so he said to himself   “tonight is night” the game ended two all. Kevin shook no one’s hands and walked away with his head down in regret and disappointment.
Kevin arrived home and tossed his chequered designer bag on to his matte black couch, he wanted that England spot more than anyone in the world, so he flung open his wooden oak kitchen draw and rapidly collected the leather gloves and through them on as fast as a cheetah. Within a flash he clenched his fist a punched through the table grabbed the six inch chromed knife and ran out the...