My Trip to the Match
Right then, let me tell you about that day I decided to check out the Cov versus Watford game. It feels like ages ago now, but I remember thinking I just needed to get out and do something different. Been stuck in a bit of a rut, you know?
So, I saw the fixture listed somewhere, probably online or in the paper, can’t quite recall. Just thought, “Yeah, why not?” Haven’t been to a live game in donkey’s years. Made the decision pretty sharpish, didn’t overthink it which is rare for me.
Getting Things Sorted
First hurdle was figuring out how to get there. Looked at driving, but parking sounded like a nightmare, plus I fancied maybe having a pint without worrying. Train it was. Booked the tickets, cost a bit more than I expected, probably left it a bit late. Always the way.
Travel day came. Got myself down to the station, grabbed a coffee. The train journey itself was alright, just sat there watching the world go by. Arrived in Coventry, and you could immediately feel a bit of a buzz starting. People walking about in their colours.
At the Ground
Made my way towards the stadium. It was pretty busy outside. Decided to get some food first, just grabbed a burger from one of the vans. Nothing fancy, just filled a hole. Then headed inside.
- Finding my block and seat was easy enough.
- The view was decent, could see most of the pitch clearly.
- Atmosphere was building up nicely before kick-off. Lots of singing.
Then the game started. Honestly, the details are a bit fuzzy now. It was just… a football match. There were shouts, groans, the usual stuff. Remember one moment, think Watford nearly scored, and the whole stand just held its breath. Then a big sigh of relief or annoyance, depending on who you were supporting. I wasn’t massively invested in the result either way, more just soaking it all in.
Heading Home
After the final whistle, just joined the slow shuffle out of the stadium. Everyone chatting about the game. Made my way back to the station, train back was packed, standing room only for a bit. Got home feeling pretty tired, feet were aching a bit from all the walking and standing.
But you know what? It was a good day out. Properly enjoyed just being there, part of the crowd. Sometimes you just need to break the routine, even for something simple like watching ninety minutes of football. Did me good, I reckon.
