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“Hang on, I can’t take a baby to a football game,” Craig protested, pausing just outside of the Tardis. The Doctor, decked up in the England football team’s merch frowned as he turned back to look at Craig and Alfie.
“Why not?”
“It’ll be too loud for him, wouldn’t it?”
“I’ll just get him some headphones then,” the Doctor scoffed, turning back around and making his way over to the Tardis’ controls and pulling out some baby-sized headphones from… somewhere. “Now hurry up!”
Craig stepped in, mindful that his England hat wouldn’t get knocked off. “You have a time machine, why do we need to rush?”
“Because I want to watch,” the Doctor said incredulously, starting up the Tardis.
“Why? Who wins?”
“Can’t tell you,” the Doctor grinned. “But I can promise it’ll be good.”
“Spoilsport,” Craig muttered as the Tardis started up around them. Alfie giggled in his arms.
“Exactly, Stormy, thank you. What’s the point of going to see it if you know who wins?”
The Tardis shuddered to a stop and Craig sighed. “Oh alright.” Then he grinned giddily. “Let’s get a move on, then.”
“OH MY GOD, I STILL CAN’T BELIEVE THAT LAST GOAL!” Craig rambled as the they stepped out of the Tardis back onto his street. “The last minute!”
“I know!” The Doctor beamed. “Brilliant! Still mad at that offside, though,” he frowned. “I told them when they were writing down the rules that offsides were stupid.”
“Can we go see the finals now? I don’t think I can wait until Sunday.”
“Sorry, Craig. Doesn’t work like that. Not for you anyway,” the Doctor sighed, before smiling cheekily. “I, on the other hand, am going to go meet you on Sunday. See you in a minute.”
And with that, he ran off to the Tardis, leaving a disgruntled Craig, though not for long since his neighbours came out and they shouted together about it.