The Village. Part 2. The real rival competes against you everywhere It was just usual friday evening. We all gathered in the pub to discuss the latest events. The storm went on going through the North West Counties League so I wouldn't tell you about our case in the championship. We went on to hold the first place in the league table. "Billy, lately you promised to tell us about the situation, happened between you and Mr.Holmes in the far past.I guess now is the best moment." I said. Bill stood up, preparing for telling the story. His face was getting gloomy, his gaze looked somewhere a little below the right horizontal direction. We all was beholding as the space was flowing to the past, which appeared somewhere behind him as if we saw the old black-white movie. "Well... It happened about ten years ago. By the result of the draw we played with them in thethird round of The F.A. Cup." He quietly began to tell about the momentsof the professional football. "Both our clubs played in the same league that days. Right away after the game started he ran to me and told me: "Ice cream!" (The details in the Part 2. Chapter 11.). I got furious and even missed penalty kick in the middle of the second time. We've lost that game. With the score of 3:0. "Watt, Billy! Did he say to you "Ice cream?" Tommy asked. "Exactly! With the scoffing smile. If you know he was born this around. In Bath Town." The most sad roar was going around the pub. "What? That's who stole your bike?" "Of course. Since that moment the opposition just began. It stretched for long and long years. If you watched for those seasons news you know that we both, I mean me and Harris f...ing Holmes, got of the pitch long before the final whistle. We fought every match and every time we both were sended off." Billy finished his story.