I woke up feeling pain in my heel. It took a while to work out why it hurt. I vaguely remembered hitting it on my pedal when I slipped from the clips. I got up to make tea and realised that it really was painful. I was hobbling again. I’m getting fed up with hobbling
We headed down to the beach for a morning dip, we didn’t have much time so we decided to swim to half way and back. The swim up the beach was hampered by the wind and the waves. It made for some slow but powerful swimming. All the way up I was thinking that the return journey would be like sitting in a fast-moving armchair. It wasn’t, it seemed just as hard.
We went to pre-match president’s dinner that was held in a hall next to the football ground. The meal started with a chat from the coach telling us about his thoughts for today’s match. As I’m particularly clueless about the game it didn’t really make much sense to me. It boiled down to some players are being replaced by some other players but regardless he still thought a win was possible. This essential message was couched in a plethora of clichés. After the main course we had a speech from one of the main sponsors of the club. He had just pledged a large amount of money to the club for redevelopment so the great and good of the club were being their sycophantic best to ensure that he was looked after.
I have never seen Loved One’s team win and I was starting to feel that I may be a bad omen. I’d decided that I’d give it one more go and if they lost I would not darken the doors of the football club again. Even though we had seats in the grandstand we went to the terraces to join Geoff. The match started poorly with lots of fumbled balls and missed chances. I know this as everyone in the crowd was very quick to point out each incident. Things started to go Loved One’s team’s way by half time. The crowd was happy.
We went to the mayor’s parlour for the half team break. This featured a higher class and quantity of meat pies and pastries that were washed down with bottles of free beer. The only downside was having to listen through yet more speeches praising the major sponsor for his generous donation.
Loved One’s team started to pile on the points in the second half. They weren’t given an easy ride but the goals kept coming, much to the delight of the man with the loud voice standing at the barrier. We left the match happy. I would be coming to see them play again.
We skipped the post-match nibbles and went home. The hard day of swimming and heavy weight supporting had left us tired and emotional. The sofas took the strain as we both flopped down and promptly fell asleep.
Neither of us needed anymore to eat today so we spent the evening in front of the television drinking cups of tea and waiting for a suitable time to go to bed.