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The Yo-Yo Champion
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After a break of twenty minutes or so, the compere returned to the stage,
clutching a gold envelope.
"It's been an exciting contest," he said, doing his best to drag out the
suspense just a few moments longer. "But we finally have a winner. It gives
me great pleasure to announce that the 1998 Yo-Yo World Champion is..."
The crowd held their breath as one.
"Ray Jakes! Congratulations, sir!"
Brendan leapt up from his seat, flashed his backstage pass at the security
guards and ran onto the stage to hug Ray Jakes, who was now looking totally
bewildered as a non-stop barrage of camera flashes hit him.
"I knew you could do it!"
"Thanks. So did I... well, I hoped I could but that scag certainly helped
me!"
It had been a long and exhausting day, and all Ray Jakes wanted to do now was
get back to the hotel and go to sleep. But first, he had to sign hundreds of
autographs and pose for what seemed like a million photos.
"That's it, Ray Jakes, a big smile. Could you hold the trophy a little
higher? We want all our readers to be able to see how proud we are of you
back in Britain."
"Pardon?"
Ray Jakes blinked at the man taking a picture.
"Did you just say 'back in Britain'?"
"I certainly did," replied the photographer. "We're going to make you a star.
These are front page pics. It's not every day we have a British Yo-Yo World
Champion!"
Ray Jakes smiled to himself.
Now, that is good news, he thought.Ray and Brendan went back to their shared
flat in Scholes and got smacked up,
"We'll never have to rob from our families for Heroin again" said Brendan,
Ray Jakes smiled - he was off his face.
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