It was Friday evening, I was in my
bedroom preparing for the big match the following day. It would be
Broadwalk verses Whitchurch at Ironmould Lane a 1:00pm kick off. I
would be playing for Broadwalk who had already wrapped up the league
two weeks earlier.
The double was on!
Today was the day, the day where we
would find out how good we really are. We had been tested on this cup
run. A vital, yet thrilling win in the previous round against Warmley
the euphria of that game was huge but now its back to reality for the
biggest game of the season.
Kick off was imminent!
The shrill peep of the whistle rang
around the ground, the red of Broadwalk in the left stand and the
white of Whitchurch opposite. These teams, these two wonderful teams
had great respect for each other or so I thought. This game made me
realize that the rivalry was bigger than I'd expected. We went 1-0 up
and the game heated up the tackles were getting harder and the pace
quickening and then...they levelled.
Help me I thought as I wanted to leave
the field of play even though we went 2-1 up, help me I don't want to
be part of this but then again I did. It doesn't make sense how my
mind said leave but my gut said play on and play well. After the
second goal the game was a bit of a blur with a yellow card and six
more goals as we won 6-2.
The game had been won!
The game had been won yes but the
supposed war had only begun as we would meet again when we were
promoted, only it was the same name but a different team a new
challenge to embark on and one that we would be certain that we would
win not only for ourselves but our devoted fans who were really just
the parents.
The happiest day since playing at
Broadwalk!
