Some sections of the crowd encouraged them, while some booed and hissed, and only a few players from each team tried to break it up. But still, it was good to be taking it easy in the shade rather than standing out in the sun.Īnd so I just watched as most of the players from both teams joined the fight, the mob of bodies a mess of writhing limbs, punches and kicks. For the umpteenth time that day, I waved away some flies.
I leaned against an old gum tree that was slowly dying and took a quick sip from my canteen, trying to stretch out the pitiful amount of water I had brought with me. The crowd cheered louder still, and so did I. Punches flew back and forth both players got in some clean strikes. The crowd cheered louder, and I joined in with them. The pushing and shoving quickly escalated, a beefy townsfolk player knocking one of the First Country players to the rock-hard ground. The teams started brawling as soon as they stepped onto the oval of dying grass, egged on by a crowd hungry for some rough entertainment and a diversion from the dry grind of life.
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