Overpaid, huge egos? Yes, but I saw exceptional talent 10 miles from where I live. Manchester United came to the Vic. I was curious to see them. We only made it to the stadium thanks to some quick thinking. A car had broken down and blocked the access road to the disabled parking. As 8 o’clock drew nearer, the attendant told us to park in the staff area. Marta unloaded me, and I waited with another attendant. She then reversed about 50 metres to the parking. We were in our place in the stadium at 19:53.
2 degrees, programme hawkers, the stewards I know, burgers, packed stands and bright lights after the darkness outside. By 20:33, United were 3:0 up, and I had seen exceptional skill, fitness and strength. Their fans, a tenth of Watford’s, outsang them from the first minutes. The place, including Watford’s players, didn’t know what had hit it. On a platform one metre off the ground in the Rookery, by the corner flag, I saw into their eyes during the goal celebration. Almost superhuman, that night. Watford really applied themselves, lost the fear and pulled 2 back, only for it to be nullified by more brilliance. 2:4 final score.
I almost forget I have MND, Marta ensures I am comfortable. I am absorbed by the experience. Here are the goals from the match.