Question?

We had been talking about Liverpool football club, he in his broken English, and me in mine ( :D ). I had supported Liverpool FC since being a small child. He just happened, luckily to support them too, despite being Yugoslavian. We had a long conversation about football, before moving onto other things. We broke bread together, he was travelling with an older brother and his granny.

At one point, awhole load of conscripts got onto the train and his older brother tricked me into going to get a coffee further down the train. I was very young, and very niaive. He got into an animated conversation with a group of conscripts and money was changing hands. They all kept glancing my way and I started to feel very frightened, when the small boy, he was about ten, came up to me and got between me and the conscripts. He had followed us, he had a row with his brother, took hold of my hand and led me back to our carriage. He sat next to me until they all got off. He had either been sent by his granny, or did it off his own back, but he protected me and I will never forget him.