They say in journalism never to meet your heroes. Unfortunately for me i was forced to take this test this week, as i caught up with my hero, Ghosts Player-Manager, Tom Stewart. He was hosting an event for one of the many charities that he is patron of. The legendary "grandpere of flair" was kind enough to give us a few minutes of his precious time.
He wades into a small room, dressed in an ill-fitting suit and smelling of bad aftershave. Years of drug and alcohol abuse have left the one time Player of the Week looking fairly worse for wear, he still possesses that legendary cheeky smile and cocky demenour, however. We shake hands and introduce ourselves, his handshake is firm but clammy, he seems very eager to conduct this interview. His fall from grace means that he is not as much in the media spotlight as he once was.
Firstly i ask him about his feelings for this season with the Ghosts, and about the burden of carrying his fathers Pitch Invasion legacy
"It's hard that for sure" He says in a smooth, husky tone "My father is a Pitch Invasion legend, and its hard for me to compete with that. Opposing players will see the surname 'Stewart' and expect a lot, my father was a goal machine in this league and i'm just not that type of player"
Tom's father, Simon, was part of a hugely successful RS2 side in a career that spanned two wonderful decades. Tom and the rest of the Ghosts face his fathers former side next monday, and will aim to bounce back after two straight defeats
"We've struggled with injuries in our first two games, and have had a hard time simply getting a team together. We'll have Rob Edmonds and Alessandro Civello back in our side for next week, which will be a huge bonus. It will be strange facing RS2, i have been a huge fan of their's since i was a wee lad, and i even played for them several times. To score against them will leave me with mixed emotions, that's for sure. When the fixture list came out it was the first result i looked out for, this means so much to me. I know a few of their lads still from my time there so i know their strengths and weaknesses."
One thing visibally missing from Stewart's image today is his famous beard, which he vowed not to remove until the Ghosts won a game this season
"lol! yeah, i did say that, but the truth is it was affecting my chances of modelling work, which now represents a large chunk of my income, i have a family to support and that comes first. It will probably disappoint the fans, especially the female ones, but i have to do what's best for my son"
At this point, the interview is interupted, as the members of the girlgroup "The Saturdays" enter the room, they have specifically requested to see Stewart and congratulate him on his earlier speech. Stewart is clearly flustered, and asks if we can put the interview on hold for half an hour or so. Tom leaves the room with the girls, and returns half an hour later. His cheeks are rosey, and he gives me a sly wink as he returns to his seat "sorry about that, where were we?"
I then go on to ask him how he has coped with the added responsibility of carrying out dual tasks of player and manager
"it's ok i guess, i mean, i have the famous 'Poltergeists' calling for my head every week, but i learn to block it out. I'm taking to this now, it's taking me back to when i was a virgin, my first few times were rubbish, but after that- bam! away i went, i feel this is how i will take to management. I think i've still got the legs to do a decent job on the pitch, i was outpaced in the first game but i'm getting fitter as we speak" Stewart says, as he does some weights, he is now topless with a towel around his neck, beads of sweat are gushing from his chiselled torso, it is clear to say how he won "Body of the Year" eight years in a row. He get's up, and proclaims that he needs to grab a shower, and asks me to join him. We stand there both naked, i can't help but admire his monumental penis, which is glistening with sweat, glistening so hard i am almost blinded. We step into the cubicles, and are alone, i'm not even sure anyone else was in the building.
Both of our shower heads are on, hot water cascading over our naked bodies as we stand side by side, scrubbing in unison.
"Care to do my back?" He cheekily asks
"Only if you do mine back" I reply
I lather up some soap and run my hands over his muscular back, moans of ecstacy escape from his mouth as i massage the soap into him
"Lower" He says. I run my hands down his spine and make my way to his legendary buttocks, they're even better than i imagined. I part his cheeks and go down on my knees and begin to work his tight hole with my tongue.
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Then i awake, it was all a dream. I'm not even a journalist. But if meeting your heroes is any as good as that dream, i want to do it every day.