Second look (46)

6 hours in a train. An expensive ticket for the match. A few drinks in the pub before the game. Some big drums just ahead of you. A stadium filled with 70.000 fans. Yet it is too difficult to keep your eyes open. Not that it matters much. Your team is 3-0 down before you know it. Just before halftime your mates wake you up. You're annoyed. Tonight another night on the town before heading home again. Another 6 hours, after your team just missed out on their last chance to play Europe next year. And then some stupid foreigner takes a picture of you as well. Life isn't fair.