It was our sixth call that night. The dispatcher told us where to find our man, and I remember saying to Drew, who was driving the ambulance, that he was probably another drunk. We get a lot of them here.
When we found the dark lump in the middle of the hurling pitch, my guess seemed even more sure. Bloke had probably drunk too much black and wobbled off for home, got lost on the pitch and decided to have a little nap. He wouldn’t be the first.
Pity it never occurred to me that it could be an ambush.
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