19 August 2012
The game stars with a tense kick, Everyone's sitting there eyes glued to the pitch. No one wants to move as the ball moves around players feet. So some guys at the back start a chant, Breaking the ice quiet casually by saying That we're gonna shit on the Villa later tonight, People join in and voices swell louder and louder, Even little kids sing as they realise dad doesn't care and won't tell mom they swore out loud.
Not to be out done the other team starts to chant, And all you can hear are voices radiating out. Then a miracle occurs, Our team has scored, 3 minutes it, Fuck me is it possible!! Jumping, laughing, screaming out Yes we're one in! This match is gonna be good, I can tell you that now! So we swear at the other team such obscenities, As we sit, separated by a paper barrier and a few seats. Flipping the birdie at them, definitely more than once.
But the match re starts again as the announcer talks aloud.
The ball flies around and then the worst happens. We're fouled against, Oh for the love of Christ! Now the ref has the aim of our abuse. For some reason during this play he's turned fucking blind and also deaf at the same time! How can that be? Has he been poisoned against us? How can he not see that we're innocent and their to blame not us! So he gives us a penalty shot, Relief is evident among us all! Bloody hell that was a close call, but he's still a twat!
So this goes on for the rest of the hours, Till We're finally down to our last chance, The match is 2:2 and by jingo it's scarier than your seeing your grandmothers knickers outside hanging up!
We're leaning forward, Our breathing heavy! What could happen next will change our lives forever! Will we move up or get pushed down again! We need those few points to get us in.
Quick as Flash Gordon himself the ball goes in. There's silence as each team realises what's happened to them. Then there's screaming, laughing, yelling and shouting. It's us! We fucking won! And it's all caught on camera! Pushed up the table in to a higher league! We beat you, you fucking pricks! Is what the guy next to me said!
Now the match is over, It's time to leave, The glee radiating from us is evident to see!
And we all know what this means... It's down the pub for a celebratory shot! Later on match of the day, to watch and gloat again how our enemy lost! What a joyful day it was!
(This is based on a Birmingham City football match I went to. what made this game special was that our group of fans, including me, was caught on the program match of the day )
©minxyMolly
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