The team had only just walked into the field and we're now lining up for the national anthem. Somehow I had found myself in the tunnel instead of at my seat and no one else had noticed either. I had taken a chance and crept up through the crowded tunnel avoiding anyone who looked official and could have me banned.
I was sweaty by the time I reached the opening, my back moist with panic sweat. I look out seeing three players I had always wanted to meet and now was the time. In a final push I sprint, heading directly for them. I stop in time to hear people now shouting at me and my heart thumped and my mouth ran dry. The players however were not alarmed and when I reach Owen he notices I'm the one being shouted at but smiles.
"Good luck." I smile to him and offer to shake his hand which he accepts. I run to both of the other players and wish the same before rough hands take a hold of me. Owen takes a step forward to stop the mam handling but he has an anthem to start loving soon and so he takes a step back into line.
"Let her of" he shouts instead and Im no being dragged anymore, Owen ends up talking to a few people who steal glances at me leaving me flustered before I'm escorted surprisingly to my seat just in time for the anthems.
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