Sunday soccer, Match Report
We’re a small group of football fans gathered around the tv to watch the Liverpool vs Man City game.
I’m the only Scouser (well technical only) Genuine Woolly Back coming from the south side of the Mersey. I’m on the exercise bike looking with my iPod on.
Bernard’s a City fan complete with blue and white scarf.
Michael loves soccer but is half asleep. He wakes for the kick-off but disappears for a cigarette after 20 minutes.
Liverpool are 1-0 up by then so my eyes have wandered away from the screen.
Bugger, City have just equalised.
Karin and now Morris appear drawn by the excited cries of Bernard.
I’m multi-tasking now watching the game, listening to Jill Scott and writing.
Half time and as tea is at five the crowd dwindles. Michael’s gone for another smoke and I have to shout at him to shut the bleedin’ door, as cold air is blowing in from the balcony.
He supports Arsenal anyway and they lost earlier.
It’s just me and Bernard left.
Liverpool score two in quick succession. A brief hiatus, then City’s goalie is caught off his line. 4-1. Woohoo. Come on you Reds.
A late second half wobble though and City claw it back. Oh gawd.
I fear the headlines: Liverpool throw away easy win.
But they hold on.
Bernard’s son, a Man Utd fan, is on the blower within seconds of the final whistle to rub it in.
Final score: Four-three.
Time for a cuppa and a catch up with Quadriplegia.