The players return to their hotel and decide on one more for
their road in the hotel room. The room is cramped, but they fit in. The cherry
wine is opened, lips are stained and eyes are widened. Without a word, the
boule are taken from their case. Their earthy metallic scent fills the small
space. It is now apparent that a game is
about to break out in this 4m square room. This feels extreme. This feels
right. A glug of port and the banter begins. Woolridge is there, a world
champion of old, his eyes misty. Wort, like a relic from a bygone age of
extreme boule glugs back his wine. Moss, once the housewives’ favourite in the
extreme boule world – limbers up with that bravado of old.
The cherry wine is finished, the boule are readied. But then
the air is sucked from the room, ghosts appear all around and all eyes are
drawn to a small object produced from Woolridges’ bag. The Extreme Boule trophy
is in the room. The environment changes, the spirits of the extreme boule legends
of old watch on, peeping, leering as the port is sipped. It feels right to say an Extreme Boule
champion will be crowned tonight.
The game is a blur – the boule clatter over beds, through
shower cubicles, and into history.
One man holds his swagger, controlling the silver orbs like
Gressier. He lands the crucial point, grasps the trophy, and passes out on the
bed. He may be dead, but what a way to go! Seb Moss is Extreme Boule Champion
2019.
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