Hello, Hows your Sunday been, I seem to have a long list of things that need to be done, and things that I want to do, putting them in some sort of order is my difficulty. Not enough hours in the day. Yesterday I chose to ignore what needs doing and took time out to go to a football match. This is not something I would normally do, standing, or sitting in our case, with five and a half thousand mainly blokes yelling their heads off and singing. But, I'm game to give it a go. My friend Janet had a spare ticket for the Scunthorpe - Sheffield match and asked me if I would like to go. She is footie crazy bye the way, has been a supporter for many years, they go to all the home games and some of the away matches as well.
I didn't know that it is ever so noisy before the game starts, loud music blasting out, the singing, cheer leaders, the club mascot dancing around, it was a real party atmosphere. The tension building up in anticipation of a win. I made this little video just before the game started. I tried to do a short commentary but you can hardly hear my voice. You may need to turn the volume down or put some ear plugs in, ha ha.
How much does it costs to go to a football match? Janet says a senior season ticket costs £230 for 23 games, so £10 per game. Looking at the web site the price of just one game varies between £13 and £23. I think that the bigger more popular clubs would be charging quite a bit more for their tickets.
When the game started we were in the shade as the sun was overhead, but as time went on and it came down it was blinding and everyone was having to shield their eyes with their hand. I was ok because I had my union jack sun visor on.
The club mascot, Scunny Bunny, was dancing around the pitch before the game started.
I felt sorry for the young cheerleaders, just as they were strutting their stuff the sprinklers were turned on and they got soaked.
This man with the yellow flag was skipping up and down the side line the whole time. I missed the first goal because I was too busy eyeing him up. His sideways skipping amused me greatly, ha ha.
Oh dear, someone has fallen over.
Scunthorpe scored the first goal, then Sheffield the second. Our goalie looked like he hadn't noticed the ball passing by him on it's way into the back of the net. Wakey wakey, goalie. It finished a draw. A little bit of bother in the Sheffield stand, there was quite a lot of police in attendance. Someone had the bright idea of lighting a red flare. It sent plumes of red smoke into the air which wafted across the pitch.
Everybody seemed to leave the stadium in an orderly manor, it didn't take long to get out. The four legged members of the constabulary were there to oversee things.
Would I go again? Probably not. It was interesting to see what it's all about, but the game is too boring for me. All the stopping and starting, waiting for someone to kick the ball back onto the pitch when it goes astray, it even got kicked right over the top of the stadium and disappeared into the car park. The players getting their legs tangled up and falling over, stop while they pick themselves up, the whistle blowing and flag waving, oh, just get on with it. I don't mind watching a bit of footie on the tele, because they can cut out the boring long winded stuff and only show the goals. I like to see the skill in the few seconds leading up to shooting a ball into the net. A nifty bit of footwork can be quite artistic, almost like a ballet dancer, and the beaming smile on the scorers face is quite uplifting.
It's a bit too late for me to start following a football team now. I wouldn't mind going to see a rugby match though, all those beefy hunks charging round battering the hell out of each other. Yeah, that could be quite good. Toodle pip.
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