My Saturday Plans Went Down the Drain
So, I wanted to share something that happened a little while back. It’s about football, or rather, the lack of it on a day I was really looking forward to.
I had this whole Saturday planned out. My local team had a big game, one of those potentially season-defining ones, you know? I’d gotten my ticket sorted weeks before, like a proper keen bean. Even had a couple of mates coming over. We were going to meet up early, grab some food, head to the ground, soak up the atmosphere – the whole nine yards.
Woke up Saturday morning, and honestly, the weather was looking a bit iffy. It had been raining cats and dogs all night. Still, I figured, football pitches drain, right? Made myself some breakfast, flicking through the news on my phone, trying to get hyped up. Then I saw it. A little notification popped up from the club app. You know that feeling in your stomach when you suspect bad news? Yeah, that.
Match Postponed. Just like that. Waterlogged pitch. After all that build-up, all that looking forward to it. Cancelled.
Scrambling for Plan B
First thing I did was text the lads. Obviously, they were just as gutted as I was. There was a bit of back and forth, mostly complaining about the rubbish drainage at the stadium and the typical British weather. We’d all cleared our schedules for this.
So, there we were. A free Saturday afternoon stretching ahead of us, feeling a bit deflated. What do you even do when your main plan gets torpedoed like that?
We decided to meet up anyway. Felt pointless to just mope around at home. Here’s what we ended up doing:
- Went to the pub we were originally planning to hit before the game.
- Had a few pints and moaned about the cancellation some more.
- Ended up watching some random early kick-off game on the TV there. Wasn’t the same, obviously.
- Grabbed some pizza later on.
It wasn’t the day we planned, not by a long shot. The buzz just wasn’t there. You go from anticipating the roar of the crowd, the tension of the match, to… well, watching a different game on TV in a pub. It felt flat.
It’s funny how much you can build up an event in your head. That cancellation really threw me off. It’s just a game, I know, but it was the whole occasion, the meet-up, the shared excitement. Having that pulled away last minute was a real downer. Just goes to show, you can plan all you want, but sometimes things are just out of your hands. Ended up being an okay afternoon with mates, but man, I really wanted to see that match.