My first ever football match
So last night I went along, with everyone to the pub to watch the England match against Sweden. I've never been to the pub to watch football before, and I think I've only ever watched a handful of matches before... so clearly, this was a new experience.
I put up with a LOT of rowdiness before the match from everyone in the room, including the halfwit that brought a horn into a tiny room. So far I was not impressed, and as I drank my pint I began to contemplate that leaving halfway through might not be such a bad idea. I was also pining for my bed, with its soft pillows, comfy mattress and snug duvet.
Then it started, and I became quickly entranced in watching a ball being bopped around by 22 men, something I never thought I'd say. When we scored I got mildly excited and found my hands uncontrollably clapping by themselves, a grin on my face. When they scored, my hands again, acting without instruction, clamped themselves up to my mouth in horror. When we scored again I leapt out of my chair and started bouncing around like a true fan, before quickly falling over and landing involuntarily on my arse again! When they scored the second equaliser I wanted to shout rude things, but refrained.
All in all, I got very excited.
I was however, told in half time that this was not 'the interval' nor was it an 'intermission', it was 'half time' and the match was not over yet.
Mike also confused me by at the start telling me the tiny children that were paired up on the pitch in front of the players while they mouthed the words half heartedly to the national anthem, were , infact, their substitutes...this clearly could not be the case since they were mostly about 4 years old, and even I'm not that stupid, but I had had a long day, was tired and drinking and did cock my head in suprise before catching on.
Other news as I've not written for a while, well, the only other news that is BIG news, is that I have finished and my results are...well, we think that I got a first. Only because my department is silly, it is actually a distinction...but I'm distinctly calling it a first. I average out at 71.6 % so only just scraped it, but it means the hard work, the sweat, blood and toil of this year was worth it, oh so worth it. It's what I wanted since my tutor at the end of last year told me I had the potential to achieve, and I wanted it even more this year when she reiterated it along with my dissertation tutor. My dissertation, my god, I got an 80 in it! Astounded I cried when my tutor told me that, and then she cried and then we all cried...lol. I am so pleased, and so chuffed with myself, as was my dad when I told him. He was speechless, something, that anyone who knows my father will agree, never happens. He's one of these people who always has an answer for everything, this often irritates me, and is one of the reasons I could never go and live back home- we clash too much. We have got on so much better since I left home, and just visit. Well firstly he didnt' know what to say except of course 'well done' and 'congratulations' and then 'wow', then he started trying to talk about something else completely incoherently, then he went back to talking about me, and then he made a noise, not dissimilar to 'woooooooooooooooooooooo' down the phone. More than anything that was what I wanted, he told me over and over how proud he was of me, and although my folks have told me throughout life they are proud of me whatever I do, he was actually proud of me for achieving the very best. He always just says 'yes' or agrees with mum whenever she says she's proud, and he always has criticism at the ready even if you've done your best...when I passed my driving test first time I was ecstatic, he was in the driveway when I pulled up and I thought 'this time, this time he'll be over the moon and have no criticism or anything', I ran up to him and he said 'so?' and I was like 'I passed, I passed' and he smiled and said 'Of course I knew you'd passed, because your instructor was driving' and that was it. Nothing else. I remember crying for hours because of that. No 'well done' or 'congratulations'. When I got my GCSE's and A-Levels it was the same he just said things to the effect of 'well we knew you could do it' and 'as long as you did your best it doesn't matter' or 'that's very good' that's another favourite phrase of his, and although I know he is proud of me, it never quite comes across, I always feel he knew already what I'd get and had prepared himself for it, there was never any spotanaeity like with mum, it always seemed pre-prepared and thought out, nothing ever suprised him. And I worked myself into a hole of depression and sheer tiredness this year for it, and I felt so relieved. I pulled out all the stops amid grieving, arguments and a rough patch with Mike, and I DID IT. Finally, after 16 years of education, I've got what I wanted more than anything, my father being suprised and well and truly proud of my achievement without expecting it, or being prepared for it, or having any pre-prepared unemotional speeches ready for me. I heard down the phone his suprise, his love and his emotions for, I think, the first time ever to do with my education and achievement.
That's why I'm proud of my first; it nearly killed me doing it, but hearing that one 20 minute phone call made it all worth while.
I put up with a LOT of rowdiness before the match from everyone in the room, including the halfwit that brought a horn into a tiny room. So far I was not impressed, and as I drank my pint I began to contemplate that leaving halfway through might not be such a bad idea. I was also pining for my bed, with its soft pillows, comfy mattress and snug duvet.
Then it started, and I became quickly entranced in watching a ball being bopped around by 22 men, something I never thought I'd say. When we scored I got mildly excited and found my hands uncontrollably clapping by themselves, a grin on my face. When they scored, my hands again, acting without instruction, clamped themselves up to my mouth in horror. When we scored again I leapt out of my chair and started bouncing around like a true fan, before quickly falling over and landing involuntarily on my arse again! When they scored the second equaliser I wanted to shout rude things, but refrained.
All in all, I got very excited.
I was however, told in half time that this was not 'the interval' nor was it an 'intermission', it was 'half time' and the match was not over yet.
Mike also confused me by at the start telling me the tiny children that were paired up on the pitch in front of the players while they mouthed the words half heartedly to the national anthem, were , infact, their substitutes...this clearly could not be the case since they were mostly about 4 years old, and even I'm not that stupid, but I had had a long day, was tired and drinking and did cock my head in suprise before catching on.
Other news as I've not written for a while, well, the only other news that is BIG news, is that I have finished and my results are...well, we think that I got a first. Only because my department is silly, it is actually a distinction...but I'm distinctly calling it a first. I average out at 71.6 % so only just scraped it, but it means the hard work, the sweat, blood and toil of this year was worth it, oh so worth it. It's what I wanted since my tutor at the end of last year told me I had the potential to achieve, and I wanted it even more this year when she reiterated it along with my dissertation tutor. My dissertation, my god, I got an 80 in it! Astounded I cried when my tutor told me that, and then she cried and then we all cried...lol. I am so pleased, and so chuffed with myself, as was my dad when I told him. He was speechless, something, that anyone who knows my father will agree, never happens. He's one of these people who always has an answer for everything, this often irritates me, and is one of the reasons I could never go and live back home- we clash too much. We have got on so much better since I left home, and just visit. Well firstly he didnt' know what to say except of course 'well done' and 'congratulations' and then 'wow', then he started trying to talk about something else completely incoherently, then he went back to talking about me, and then he made a noise, not dissimilar to 'woooooooooooooooooooooo' down the phone. More than anything that was what I wanted, he told me over and over how proud he was of me, and although my folks have told me throughout life they are proud of me whatever I do, he was actually proud of me for achieving the very best. He always just says 'yes' or agrees with mum whenever she says she's proud, and he always has criticism at the ready even if you've done your best...when I passed my driving test first time I was ecstatic, he was in the driveway when I pulled up and I thought 'this time, this time he'll be over the moon and have no criticism or anything', I ran up to him and he said 'so?' and I was like 'I passed, I passed' and he smiled and said 'Of course I knew you'd passed, because your instructor was driving' and that was it. Nothing else. I remember crying for hours because of that. No 'well done' or 'congratulations'. When I got my GCSE's and A-Levels it was the same he just said things to the effect of 'well we knew you could do it' and 'as long as you did your best it doesn't matter' or 'that's very good' that's another favourite phrase of his, and although I know he is proud of me, it never quite comes across, I always feel he knew already what I'd get and had prepared himself for it, there was never any spotanaeity like with mum, it always seemed pre-prepared and thought out, nothing ever suprised him. And I worked myself into a hole of depression and sheer tiredness this year for it, and I felt so relieved. I pulled out all the stops amid grieving, arguments and a rough patch with Mike, and I DID IT. Finally, after 16 years of education, I've got what I wanted more than anything, my father being suprised and well and truly proud of my achievement without expecting it, or being prepared for it, or having any pre-prepared unemotional speeches ready for me. I heard down the phone his suprise, his love and his emotions for, I think, the first time ever to do with my education and achievement.
That's why I'm proud of my first; it nearly killed me doing it, but hearing that one 20 minute phone call made it all worth while.
posted by Culinali at 12:25 pm
2 Comments:
I've told you already, but I'll tell you again: CONGRATULATIONS! Now you can truly enjoy summer!! wish you were Love-Parading it with us next month....
Well done chicken !!! You deserve it !
Kirsty x :) At least now you can sit back and chill out during the summer - enjoy !
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