I’m slowly packing out my stuff at my older sisters place in London, after I a few days ago got kicked out of Harvard, for something I didn’t even do, my roommate Donald Hampton framed me for taking drugs, so he could get rid of me. So now, I’m stuck here in England with my sister and her husband, and of course her husband’s crazy brother. I were out watching a soccer match with him or as they call it here a football match. It was with the local team West Ham Untied they were playing against Millwall, at home. The match was decent and all, but after the match the group of guys I was with. I think they called themself GSE or something, but they were so pumped and talking about getting into fights. I didn’t want to be a part of that so I walked home, but on my way home, out of nowhere jumps a group of Millwall fans and starts beating me up. I who are panicking because I’ve never been in a fight in my whole life, tries to run away but they just keep coming. A few seconds or so later I see a group of people running at me and shouting I recognize my sisters husbands brother Sam leading them to me and they start beating up the Millwall fans. I had no idea of what was going until later when Sam and I got to talk about it. He was apparently a leader of something called a firm, us in the states would probably call it a gang, but he was the leader of a firm called The Green Street Elite. They are apparently a hooligan firm; Sam told me that hooligans are people who are really into sports. I just think of them as violent sports freaks, but lets see Sam invited me down to the local bar or as they call it the local Pub tomorrow so I could meet the firm.
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