Crowded tube station. Thousands rushing to their seats. Cold lager in hand. The smell of wet grass. Colorful boots all around. Running for 90 minutes. 22 men prepared. Whistles blowing. Balls rolling. Corners taken. Headers given. Build up by skills and dribbling. Accurate passes. Speed sprints like lightning. Kicks to cross. Chances presented. Net left wide open. So close you can taste it. White shirts. Red shirts. Home and away. A pull here, a push there. Coaches standing on the line. Gum chewing like a nervous guy waiting for test results. Spit flies in the air. The cheeky smile from a fan. Signs held high. Final cheer. You know the score.