"So she's also a Paki girl?" Jim responded.

"Yep. We can make fun of her with that."

We past a sign stating that Liverpool was 15 miles away, which Jim brought up another subject.

“You used to live in Liverpool for a while?  What did you do there?”

“Well back in 1979 I attended school for a year there due to the foreign exchange program, but I did more than just attend school.  I got interested in football, of course back home we called it soccer, don't know why.  Personally I was into any sport that wasn’t ice hockey or lacrosse, because back where I’m from ice hockey is really the only sport, which Lacross was only a substitute to do something for the summer, and I didn't like either of them.  People back home weren’t into basketball yet.  So I met some friends during my time in Liverpool and they were in this group.  I eventually did join the group, well actually it was a firm.”

“What firm?”

“The Urchins.”

“You?  A Liverpool football casual?  A Scallie?”

“Yep, I was one.  After all it got started in Liverpool.”

I showed him a picture of me back in 1980.  I had Jheri-curls during those days (don't be gigglin', I know some of ya mutha-fuckaz had them too.) and I was wearing a Sergio Tacchini sweat top (or track top here in England) with those tight-ass Jordache jeans (back then it was the style for men to wear tight jeans, thank God it’s over), Adidas Sambas on my feet and a gold medallion around my neck.  I was combining European casual with African-American style so I had a distinct fashion.  I was Da Shit back then!  Boy I miss those day, well I don’t miss tight-ass jeans and Jheri-curls…

“I didn’t think they would accepted you, because you know why…”

“Yeah that was the case at first, but after I beat up two other casuals in the firm they accepted me right away.  I also proved myself after beating up a few members of Manchester United's Red Army firm.  By then I was considered one of them, my race didn’t matter one bit.  It helped that I was taking martial arts since I was 11 and that I was rather big and tall for my age.”

“No wonder why it takes you forever to get dress, you always have to look good.”

“And that’s what it’s all about mate.  It was fun to be in that firm during that time.  Liverpool was a very successful team and so we went all over Europe following the team.  We -ahem- ‘took’ some of the fashionable clothes from Italy, France, Switzerland, Germany, etc.  It was funny because we would start fights with other firms and usually nothing happened to us since we didn’t fit the hooligan stereotype.  The police would arrest them and we would get off scott-free.”

“Interesting.”

“It sure was.  Even after I left Liverpool I still kept in contact with the casuals.  For the next few seasons I would go to Liverpool and join them when football season was still going on and when I had a school break.  That kept on going until 1984 when I got arrested for a hooligan fight in France and I couldn't leave my country for five years.  When I went back to England in 1989, it wasn't the same so I permanently stop being a Casual.”

"You had a rather interesting life."

"Yeah, I enjoyed every minute of it."  I said with a smile.

I then put on Rick Ross “Push It” and as soon as Jim heard it, he was nuts.

“Why are you playing this bloody rubbish in my car!  You know I can’t stand rap!  Because it’s like what you North Americans would say ‘crap’.”

“Relax man, you don’t have listen to the lyrics, I don’t.  I just listen to the beats, because it gets me pumped up to fuck up mother fuckers.”

So Jim took my advice an started to listen.  By the time we got to Aberdeen we were pumped up and ready to kick some ass.

END OF PART 4, CHAPTER 4