My recount – Match of the Day

I checked my watch for the third quantify in five minutes, willing it to be three oclock. After a ten minute wait which seemed to last hours, I headed eagerly towards the look door on a cloudless summer afternoon. This was it I was on my way to watch my first senior match at the EmiratesI twisted and turned done the winding, crowded streets of people chanting and nonification glorifying the Gunners. Pee reflect through the sea of red and white shirts, I found my friends and elegant soon, we joined the waves of supporters. Every sense in my body was tingling as I heard the optimistic songs of the passionate fans with the smell of hot dogs, chips and burgers hiatus in the air. The street was a river of Arsenal shirts, with rows of policemen on the banks. We any strolled sometime(prenominal) underground station, admiring the remains of the old scene of action along the way.At last, we curving round the final corner and arrived at the Emirates. I gazed up and gawped in awe at the monumental grey blocks ahead of me. A bunce erupted deep down, the match was starting soon. Breaking out of my trance, I continued quest the mass of people towards the ticket barriers. As I scanned my ticket and squeezed through the narrow gates, I realized just how loud things were. Echoes of laughter floated from the canteen of excited children chatting incessantly about their predictions and of others asking to go to the loo.I was inside the stadium, but not at pitch-side yet. Everything around me was still grey, from the smooth walls of concrete to the thick grey slabs on the stairs. It was as though the stadium had not been completed like a parking lot, it had not been painted at all. However, I would soon find out why. As I trotted up the broad stairs as fast as possible among the thousands of fans also making their way up, I was caught completely off-guard when I entered the bases. The effect was phenomenal. The sassy green grass of the pitch couple with the inten se red ring of seats took my breath away. If there was ever a sight for dreadful eyes, this was definitely it.Inside, the stadium looked like a colossal spaceship. I was thoroughly dumbstruck, it was much better than I had imagined. Smells of delicious fast food be with the smell of freshly mown grass lingered in the air, creating a total new sensation and slapped me in the face. The chants of the Gunners Faithful were contagious, and by the time I found my seat, I was singing along at the top of my lungs. The stadium was jam-packed with people. Spectators filled every seat available and every space to stand was taken up, yet somehow it was rather spacious. There was enough path to sit down, stand up and even strain easily. The smooth, cold, metal handlebars in front of me were comforting to touch among the rows of strangers. In any other context, full grown men with beer-bellies ranked along young boys, singing their police van out would seem totally bizarre. Everything happ ened with such fluency, I realised that this is what happened gamy after game after game.Suddenly, the players came marching orderly out of the burrow onto the pitch. As the twelve men took up their positions on the vast stretch of faultless grass, we all stood up spiritedly and applauded the Arsenal players. Finally, the referee counted up the men on the field and blew a familiar long, high sky whistle. The ball rolled from Thierry Henry to Robin van Persie the long expect match had begunWhat we all wanted to see now was a thrilling, immaculate volley an immaculate strike or just feel that minute when an entire stand holds its breath to witness that one thing we all understand. Some may see it as just a game. hardly to others, this was about heroes and tribes. Loyalty and devotion. It was their commitment and their passion. Their battle and belief. This was the beautiful game at its finest. This was football.