In the morning the stadium slowly heats up. The mist rises from the shiny blue chairs. The cold wind runs in and out of the chairs spreading the fresh smell, a man s scurrying around in his bright yellow jacket that stands out like the sun. As the man goes to pick up the litter a gush of wind comes in between making the litter rustle like leaves on a tree. The freshly cut green arromatic grass glows as the ground prepares itself for the battle. The stadium is looking all fresh, ready for the royals to come in and fight.
As the afternoon takes over from the morning, the misted cars come in to the car park like jet planes, also Swarms of fans come, like flies to a carcass. The energetic fans walk to their stands and some line up to buy some food, a scent of smell covers the queue.
As the fans sit down the players come out of the tunnel like a royal train. Fans are screaming and shouting as if they are on a rollercoaster. The players make there way to the battlefield.
The managers shake hands before the game kicks of and the referee puts the whistle to his mouth. There is dead silence for one second. Then gradually the fans start to cheer as they see the opposition stand and watch the royals fight there way through their defence and the shot is taken….
There is dead silence as if every person has lost the power to speak….Then suddenly the crowd shoots up like a rocket and roars like a tiger. It’s a goal!
As the clock is ticking away the opposition gets fiercer. They fight back, their sweat looks like as if they are melting but it’s too late they couldn’t beat the clock. The referee blows the whistle and the score is announced.1.0
The players walk of the pitch like they are going to collapse any second. The fans cheer for them and are proud of their team. The fans from the opposition stand and look into the eyes of the players, like they are a procession of devils.
As the evening flicks itself over to the afternoon the stadium starts to get cold again; the atmosphere is ruined by smell of sweat and litter. The groundsmen come out in their bright
yellow jackets and start packing away and as look back they see litter that looks like thousands of birds flying around.
Once again the green arromatic grass prepares itself for the upcoming battles.