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Chai wallah's day out


caley100

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The little chai wallah had worked and worked very hard for weeks now, he struggled out of bed before dawn every day to make tea for Mister brew in his big house which even had its own toilet inside the house, not like his wooden caravan where he had to dig a hole in the grass when he needed to go.

He knew that to go and watch his heroes he would have to save up every RS rupee he could to pay the fee to get into the ground along from the caravan park, but if its one thing he had it was determination, the slumdog wallah was proud of his little team as in some ways it was like him, the players dreaming of the day they could perform in a proper football stadium, where he dreamed of serving tea in that big city over the bridge.

The day came and his team drank lots of tea before the game which he noticed the great Mr Adams added something to, but the chai wallah was not worried as the great man knew best.

His team went out beside the referee who dropped the large brown envelope at his feet, the slumdog ran and handed it to the asst.ref who quickly placed the packet inside his shirt, chai wallah did not know of these things but knew the great man was wise in the things he did for Ross County.

The game was finally won by his team and the boy was so happy that he thought he might afford a pizza crust on the way home from the Shell suit shop/chinky/indian/chip shop/pizza hut in high street where all the other slumdogs hung out.

He went to bed a happy little chai wallah, setting his alarm for 4.45 so he could be ready to make tea for the great Mr Brew, as he went to sleep, he had a gnawing feeling in his stomach that it was not going to last and his football team would soon become a shyte little team again.

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The referee had better watch out, as there is dastardly plot behind the kindness shown from Ross County, his humble abode. As he may be drugged in the middle of the night, have his eyes burned and have to play tunes on the slumdog high street with his whistle to beg for cash, to help pay for their 50/50 draw.

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