I went to sleep at 1am last night so it was a struggle wake up when I needed to. I set my alarm for 8am but kept pushing it back, didn’t actually get out of bed until 11:20am. Once I rose, I ate cereal and showered. I went back to my room, put semi-clean clothes on and picked up my ticket for the football game. I placed the ticket in my front pocket where I was aware it might crease a little since it was sticking out but should be fine as long as the QR card remained undamaged. I didn’t wear a football shirt as it didn’t seem warm enough.
I hopped on the train then made my way to the tram stop. The game kicked off at 1:30pm, I got to the tram stop at 12:40pm but couldn’t get on the first two trams that arrived since they were too crowded and too many other people were trying to get on. I arrived at the stadium at 1:15pm. I then had t circle around for the correct entrance (though I could have just used any), there was a fair queue and security checks preventing me from getting in until a few minutes after the game had started. I missed confetti being thrown onto the pitch and a firework I heard outside. Disappointed I couldn’t get the full experience. I also missed out on free doughnuts that were being given out and felt too self-conscious to take pictures.
The guy I was sitting next to me greeted me instantly. He was older and attending the game alone. A season ticket holder. He said what would be expected, asked questions to figure out my power level (I was honest and said I was just trying to get out more), provided banter and insight to the game, for the most part I just smiled, laughed and said stuff was “amazing”. I enjoyed his company though I felt uncomfortable since I wasn’t able to contribute sufficiently to improve his experience at the game. Honestly, I would have rather preferred to sit quietly and watch the game without commentary. It took effort to come up with things to talk about during half time (ended up taking about work at the Man City documentary on Amazon Prime). When it began to rain he offered me one of those plastic hoodie/cape things, I declined despite his insistence. He was a nice man and I did appreciate his efforts, he shook my hand on his way out, he said he might see me again or something, I replied with “maybe, maybe not”, not sure what that meant but prior to this I assured him i got my moneys worth, the game was a blowout afterall, 6-1. Perhaps not £41.00 worth of fun though, there was also £10.00 of train/tram tickets too. There was only one strange exchange, I was asked if I was planning to go on holiday during my time off work, I said that my passport had expired and I’m waiting for the blue ones to be released before applying to renew. I then said those with burgundy passports were twats.
It also took a while to get back home. I’m not sure this is a process I’d like to repeat.
At home, I retreated to my bedroom. My body was in pain due to movement being alien to me. I rewatched Dave Chapelle on Netflix. Comfort in familiarity.
My family, apart from my mother, still have no interest in speaking to me.