SPORT
My dad wrapped my scarf round my neck. I looked forward to our Saturday match home games.
As we entered the hum of supporters being drawn towards the stadium dad grabbed my hand and squeezed it tightly.
The turnstile squeaked as we passed through. Once inside, the ground opened up and singing and chanting echoed round the ground.
The refs whistle sounded, the action was end to end. We were 1-0 down then equal, then one up, in the 96th minute a draw was scored. Dad looked glum.
We always got a bag of chips on the way home.
As we entered the hum of supporters being drawn towards the stadium dad grabbed my hand and squeezed it tightly.
The turnstile squeaked as we passed through. Once inside, the ground opened up and singing and chanting echoed round the ground.
The refs whistle sounded, the action was end to end. We were 1-0 down then equal, then one up, in the 96th minute a draw was scored. Dad looked glum.
We always got a bag of chips on the way home.
