My Day - Personal Narrative

My Day - Personal Narrative

My alarm clock alerted me that it was 11.00 on Saturday morning. I

like a nice lie in on my Saturdays but today was match day, so I had

to get up sometime. I climbed slowly out of bed and remembered that it

was Watford Vs Luton! A happy smile spread across my face.

I had always had my season ticket at the back of the Rookery end. I

had, in my opinion, the best seat in the stadium. I suppose that is

because the atmosphere is so good there.

I walked downstairs, to a strong smell of burnt toast, and into the

kitchen, where I found my beautiful girlfriend making breakfast.

I met Lucy four years ago in the local nightclub. In these four years

I was quick to learn that her cooking does not match up to her face.

But you can't have everything!

I threw her toast in the bin and put some more bread in the toaster.

We ate breakfast together and then I went upstairs to get washed and

ready for the match. I found my Watford kit hanging over the chair.

I always wore the current home Watford top to matches. I had done

since I was a baby being carried to the stadium in the arms of my

father. I now had an impressive collection of old Watford kits.

I gave my bird a quick peck on the cheek and walked off in the

direction of The Red Lion. A ten minute walk from my flat. This was

the pub where I met my mates for a drink, or two, before kick off. We

got louder and louder as kick off drew closer, we always did.

Me and my mates are what I suppose you would call "die-hards!" It's

true! Apart from Lucy, I live for Watford and the life that goes with

it. Most of our fathers had been the last generation of hooligans and

we just followed in their footsteps.

We walked into the ground at 2.45. The atmosphere at Vicarage Road