Of how I assaulted Santiago Bernabéu''s stadium, Real Madrid''s, and held at bay Ultra Sur hooligans for more than one hour.
I went to pick up Maravillas at the Official Tourism School as I usually did. We hadn't spoken by phone in the morning as some times we used to do. She studied in the afternoons and when I got to the School the School was closed. I came in in a Six Pennies pub and phoned Maravillas's house. I spoke with her mother. There was no classes that day. Real Madrid had a match and they all decided to go to watch it. Real Madrid's stadium and the School are a hundred meters' distance only. Maravillas had gone to a classmate house to study. I remained in the pub and a referee and I introduced each other. We had heard each other speak about the match. Against Derby County. 4-1 for Derby County in England. European Champions League. I invited him to a refreshment in Fernando's apartment. He invited me later to watch the match from the box. I stood waiting to come in into the stadium at the entrance doors when there was 7 minutes only to finish the match. The score by then promised an exciting end. When I reached the South grade I saw them. And then my imprecations started...
This is the story of the author’s great great grandparents, Edward Lewis and Sarah Crosby, who were convicts transported to Van Diemen’s Land in the 1840s. It is told from the perspective of a detective agency searching for what happened to Edward, w