A day in the life: Jonny Elliot, alias Jonny Foster (Thread)

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A day in the life: Jonny Elliot, alias Jonny Foster (#1)

It’s Tuesday morning and Jonny still has seven chapters of this month’s book to finish for the Kingston Harbour book club's meeting tonight, his palms are sweaty thinking of the prospect of Pastor Deshane’s intense glare as she awaits his reflections of Tom Lake by Ann Patchett.

“Do I just skip to the last chapter again?” he pondered aloud over his morning bowl of porridge, Jamaican porridge that is, not that slop he was served back in his childhood of Gosforth, Newcastle. This stuff is golden, its heaven in a bowl!

“What was that, bro?” yawned Phil as he padded into the kitchen in his dressing gown, disturbing any sense of calm. “You talking to yourself again?”

Jonny gives him the stare, the one that every older brother has in their toolkit.

“Sod off man it was another late night down the harbour with the lads, just having some fun you know! Oh wait you don’t know anything about fun do you?” quipped Phil.

“Dad will be checking your bleep test submission this afternoon and I am not covering for you again Phil! If you want to make the academy team here at Port Royal you have got to stay focused!” Jonny replied steadily, in between a mouthful of the cinnamon infused golden goodness.

“Boring!” yawned Phil as he dropped a couple of pop tarts into the toaster. “Don’t worry about me, remember I still hold the 19/3 record!”

“Yes the record that the no one can verify, let alone the World Bleep Test committee. I managed a verified 16/11 this morning, my best one yet since arriving here. You on the other hand are still on a 16/4, barely making the leader board!” Replied Jonny has he grabbed his bag and headed for the door.

“Oh don’t forget your book there marra!” shouted Phil as the door slammed to drown out the call. Tom Lake sat on the breakfast table, with seven chapters still to go.

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A day in the life: Jonny Elliot, alias Jonny Foster (#2)

Jonny Elliott, the young full back from Gosforth strode purposefully towards Port Royal FC's training ground on this fine Wednesday morning. His younger brother, Philly, trailed behind, his stride less focused, his gaze up for grabs. The Jamaican sun beat down on them even at 08:30, turning the already humid air into a thick, sticky blanket.

“Oh don’t you miss the Geordie rain eh Jonny!” Shouted Philly.

Jonny didn’t even hear the remark, all that was on his mind was Monday’s bang average performance against PS Jakarta and subsequent poor performances on his morning bleep test, a 16/3 was all he could manage today.

Jonny shook his head and tried to cast his mind to his upcoming training session, visualizing perfect passes and well-timed runs. At this point Philly appeared at Jonny’s shoulder.

“Can you hear that? I feel like I’m on the Quayside market listening to some new monkey!”

The reggae rhythms pulsing from a nearby sound system became increasingly difficult to ignore.

"Look at that!" Philly exclaimed, pointing towards a cluster of people gathered around a small stage. They both paused, it couldn’t be could it? Not at 08:30am! He’d heard about Daggering, the dynamic Jamaican dance style that some people would like to see banned, but he’d never seen it live. This was certainly more interesting than the other street vendors selling jerk chicken or art.

The street performers, a lithe young man and woman with incredible agility and balance, were captivating the crowd with their fluid and lascivious movements. His body seemed to defy gravity, hers was mesmerizing. The expressively free steps and powerfully passionate thrusts were a far cry from the structured and repetitive drills of football training. As the performance ramped up in its raunchiness, the crowd matched its energy with roaring applause and a raucous of screaming and shouting. The two brothers glanced at each other and began to laugh. For a moment, their fierce rivalry in all things football and bleep test seemed insignificant against the backdrop of this lustful expression of movement.

Training that day went very well for Jonny, his movement felt more sensual, his tackles more aggressive and his passing more penetrating. Could he take this new found sexy football approach into Thursday’s match against Victoria Falls? Minus the dry humping of course.