"That was a total flop. You saw the way she was holding me?"
"Oh, I saw it... Now I'm wondering when you'll finally get over yourself and ask her out?"
"Hot sweaty bodies colliding roughly... if it's not love, it's lust, admit it."
"She's from Seattle. I do not date Flounders. The way you let her score on you, you're one to talk."
"That sounds like jealousy to me."
P.I. Dex Parios returns, and in a football-related story to boot! Sorry, couldn't resist that one, I'll give myself a stern talking to, and a yellow card...
Ah, I really wish Rucka would make this an ongoing monthly series, his characterisation and dialogue are superb. He's also got an artist to match his talents in Justin Greenwood, who also illustrated Antony Johnston's THE FUSE.
This case opens with Dex playing in goal against the lovely ladies of Seattle Muddy Balls. Still, her team is called Reál Pain, which isn't much better frankly, but considerably more classy than FC Vagisil, which was the name of my friend's Sunday league team for a number of years... But, as Dex has to point out to her teammate Hoffman, it's just a game. Hoffman, in the vein of Shankly, disagrees vehemently, and if you know the rest of Bill's famous quote you might have half an idea where things are going...
After her kickabout, Dex is off to take her younger brother Ansell to the Portland Timbers vs. Seattle Flounders local derby. It's a fiery affair to be sure, as much off the pitch as on it, I hadn't realised Americans soccer crowds had become so skilled in the art of verbally abusing the opposition supporters as their transatlantic cousins. It quite took me back to my own salad days of terrace serenading. The first issue of this volume concludes with Dex's friend Mike being found near the stadium, having taking a serious beating. On the face of it, it's a simple case of hooliganism, but of course there's much more to it than that.
I really feel like Rucka is back on track with the emotional components of this series again after STUMPTOWN VOLUME TWO where I can't say I really warmed to anyone, and Dex herself felt somewhat peripheral to the main action. Dex and her brother are key elements of what makes this title so interesting so I'm pleased the focus, for this first issue at least, is squarely on them.
I am also extremely happy Justin Greenwood is on board for this arc. It's exactly what this title required art-wise to bring it back to the forefront of crime comics. Clearly they've decided to go for a less gritty and more colourful approach, but Justin's style still adds a hard-nosed edge to proceedings.
All that remains now is to leave you with that classic parting shot by Bexsy (Gary Oldman) from what remains to this day, hands down my favourite football hooligan film, The Firm. The original from 1989, not the wishy-washy remake from a few years ago. As a young lad skirting around the periphery of football related violence back in the late 80s, early 90s, well, trying to avoid it at all costs frankly, his terrifying performance was seared into my mind's eye creating a football hooligan bogeyman potentially lurking around every corner at away games, tooled up with hammer and Stanley knife, ready to smash me up then cut me to ribbons
"I come in peace. I leave you in pieces