The Village. Part 2. "Before the semi-final". Please, correct my mistakes. I don't know what the heck had drawn me to go swimming on one cold April day. Anyway I caught a cold so I won't go to Liverpool. Lying in my bed I imagine as the bus is going upon the interstate to take part in The North West Counties Cup semi-final game. Ah, the game will be going without my participation! A few hours later I'm getting tired to lie in bed. I leave my flat and go to our field. When I approach the field I see Pavel, sitting on the central trubune. He has played for our club for several seasons, but I've almost not takled to him for all this time. He seems the strange person to me. "Long live world revolution!" I try scoffing at him. "Very funny! Did you imagine this yourself or someone suggested you?" He answers. This moment I notice that he hold a tablet in his hands. "Are you watching a movie?" "No, I'm going to watch the game?" "Let me guess. Arsenal-Chelsea? Or Liverpool-Watford?" "The second version is closer. I will watch the match with Liverpool's participation. Another Liverpool." "How did you manage?" "I just know where to look for. Internet is powerful invention". "I want to watch the game too." "No problem. Let's go to the pub. It's getting cold and rainy."