"Robert Reed - Game of the Century" - читать интересную книгу автора (Reed Robert)

"If I want it done," the coach promised.

"Will they actually use his blood?" The father seemed uneasy. Even a little
disgusted. "I don't like thinking of Alan being some kind of laboratory
project."

Marlboro stared at him for a long moment.

Never blinking.

Then he said, "Sir." He said, "If you want, they can pass those samples to you,
and you can flush them down your own toilet. Is that good enough?"

Nobody spoke.

Then he took a different course, using his most mature voice to tell them, "Alan
is a fine, fine boy. But you've got to realize something. He's going to have
more than his share of problems. Special kids always do." Then with a warm
smile, Marlboro promised, "I'll protect him for you. With all my resources and
my good country sense, I'll see that none of those predators out there get their
claws in your little Alan.

"Mom said, "That's good to hear. That's fine."

But Father shrugged, asking, "What about you? It'll be years before Alan can
actually play, and you could have left for the pros by then."

"Never," Marlboro blurted.

Then he gave the woman his best wink and grin, saying, "You know what kind of
talent I've been signing up. Do you really think I'd go anywhere else? Ever?"

She turned to her husband, saying, "We'll sign."

"But --?"

"No. We're going to commit."

Marlboro reconfigured the appropriate contracts, getting everyone's signature.
Then he squeezed one of his recruit's meaty feet, saying, "See ya later, Alan."

Wearing an unreadable smile, he stepped out the front door. A hundred or so
sports reporters were gathered on the small lawn, and through their cameras, as
many as twenty million fans were watching the scene.

They watched Coach Jones smile and say nothing. Then he raised his arms
suddenly, high overhead, and screamed those instantly famous words:
"The Wildman's coming to Tech!"

There was something about the girl. Perfect strangers thought nothing of coming