my first football match: Wigan 2 - Preston 1

I experienced my first football match yesterday.
i loved it.
and i've never quite seen anything like it.
i could not believe how close to the pitch i was.
those men running around looked like men, not ants.
the pitch was so green.
the chants, the boys behind me who could clearly do better, the atmosphere.
the men.
all those men who just wanted to behave as if they where at high school again.
90 minutes when all that mattered was football, beer and chants.
it really was a different world.
i loved it.
not what i imagined.
the euphoria of your team scoring a goal.
the depression and silence of your team losing.
the abuse, the chants, the hand claps, the shouting, the songs.
if you've never been go.
i wish i could be that passionate about 22 nancy boys and a balloon.