Drizzle in the air.
Drivel on the field.
Every few minutes he looked up across the terrace - he fixed is stare - and waited to see if the drops of water were still cascading down.
The game was becoming immaterial now. He just took comfort in being dry, that was all that was left for him in the remaining minutes of the game.
Against the back drop of the stand he could still pick them out, the spitting drops of rain, that were imperceivable against the grey cloudy sky.
4-1. Defeat looming. Disaster.
At least it's not cold. That was to come.
This is a bit of a kick in the teeth.
Celebration erupted in the distance.
At the other end of the field the away fans revelled in victory in the open air, exploding like fireworks as each goal was scored. Meanwhile those around him sank deeper into that reluctant but inevitable conclusion that today was not our day.
Late October and still no home wins.
He felt separated and disconnected in some way. Not just some other teams day today, but he had stood on his own, his own choice, but he had robbed himself of the chance for a communal moan and sweet sharing with those he normally stood with.
Going behind the goal was not his usual way of watching the game, not his usual haunt, but he had wanted another perspective today.
They'll all be there at the next game. They'd seen him a few weeks before, it was no big deal going behind the goal today.
He hand't wanted to be bothered with questions about what he was doing, was he working, where was he working, why wasn't he working. The game was supposed to be an escape from all that.
He didn't have to play up to anyone standing on his own surrounded by strangers.
He'd seen his friends before the game, that was enough company he thought.
To see them after before getting the train would be fine also.
They might not be around after this hammering he thought. They'll soon want to forget this.
The final whistle screeched into the air. Resignation. Defeat.
His minded wondered to thinking of the latest scores, the mood in the bar, and the subsequent train journey home.
Drivel on the field.
Every few minutes he looked up across the terrace - he fixed is stare - and waited to see if the drops of water were still cascading down.
The game was becoming immaterial now. He just took comfort in being dry, that was all that was left for him in the remaining minutes of the game.
Against the back drop of the stand he could still pick them out, the spitting drops of rain, that were imperceivable against the grey cloudy sky.
4-1. Defeat looming. Disaster.
At least it's not cold. That was to come.
This is a bit of a kick in the teeth.
Celebration erupted in the distance.
At the other end of the field the away fans revelled in victory in the open air, exploding like fireworks as each goal was scored. Meanwhile those around him sank deeper into that reluctant but inevitable conclusion that today was not our day.
Late October and still no home wins.
He felt separated and disconnected in some way. Not just some other teams day today, but he had stood on his own, his own choice, but he had robbed himself of the chance for a communal moan and sweet sharing with those he normally stood with.
Going behind the goal was not his usual way of watching the game, not his usual haunt, but he had wanted another perspective today.
They'll all be there at the next game. They'd seen him a few weeks before, it was no big deal going behind the goal today.
He hand't wanted to be bothered with questions about what he was doing, was he working, where was he working, why wasn't he working. The game was supposed to be an escape from all that.
He didn't have to play up to anyone standing on his own surrounded by strangers.
He'd seen his friends before the game, that was enough company he thought.
To see them after before getting the train would be fine also.
They might not be around after this hammering he thought. They'll soon want to forget this.
The final whistle screeched into the air. Resignation. Defeat.
His minded wondered to thinking of the latest scores, the mood in the bar, and the subsequent train journey home.
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