Boys get searched for weapons at the stadium gates to prevent rumbles, that’s why they picked me as smuggler; I’m the smallest girl in the gang and wore my skintight leathers.

Two boys walk beside me, their hands in my armpits to help me walk on wobbly legs.

“You okay, darlin’?”

“Yep.”

“Gunna make it?”

“Think so. I’m leaking a bit.”

“You’re a trooper.”

Inside, in a dark corner they remove the extra weight; the shanks in my tits; knives in my belly; the machete up my arse; and that fucking pipe. There’s gunna be a rumble tonight.