After wolfing down my food and changing into my match clothes, (which I looked like a physiotherapist in, but only realised that I did after we left when I put my jacket on) we left for Swansea. When I told people that I was going to the match in school that day, they were quite surprised, especially the boys. "YES MEG!" was the most common reaction. They were even more shocked when I told them we have season ticket (WOOOOOO!). I do enjoy breaking these sexist stereotypes, although I am a very stereotypical teenage girl so it doesn't happen very often.
It was madness when we arrived in Swansea. People, cars and flags EVERYWHERE. It took us about half an hour to find a parking space. The parking space that we did find required us to walk for another half hour to the actual stadium. It gave us a good chance to absorb the pre-party atmosphere.
Walking around the stadium, I was terrified that my brothers were going to get separated from us. I think I must have stopped the blood flow in Ben's hand and I was holding it so tight.
Everyone stopped what they were doing (drinking, smoking and chatting ... not me, some of the other fans!) and turned to watch a snazzy jaguar pulling up. Gary Speed was arriving, apparently. I had to ask a feeble "who?" to my father, as my brother looked at me with his jaw to the floor. I do apologise.
Just a quickie - why are the gates into football stadiums so small?
We sat down in our season ticket seats, ready for the players to walk on.
Let the game begin!
90 minutes later
3-1
To Swansea
Ecstatic
People start to invade the pitch:
We make our way onto the pitch:
WOWOWOWOWOWOW!
I'll be seeing you all in Wembley then! Listen out on Radio Wales too; you might just hear us!
