21 September, 21 2013: Nike - HIF 4-0
The neighbor's cat greets me when I open the door. "Where are you going?" she
ask, curious as usual. "To watch football" I reply. "Oh HIF again, good luck"
she sign with her tail. There are roadworks in Lomma, so we drive as usual
wrong, but we end up at the sporting ground. Furthermore, we must ask where the
entrance is. Last time we were here lost IFK Hauml;ssleholm by 1-5 in a
crucial qualifier against Nike. Hope for a Hauml;ssleholms revenge today. Then they
played on artificial grass field and not on the main pitch with stands at the
pitch. Ugh, that's artificial turf on the main pitch too. It's a different
sport on artificial grass than on natural grass.
We take a seat on the east stand. The teams greet each other and the
audience. Close a goal for Nike. As usual HIF's defense is a little shaky.
What! Penalty for that? Did not look so from here, but I'm
sitting far away. A perfect penalty and 1-0 to Nike. The referee has a
hard time, a little irritable mood. Too many yellow cards to HIF. How could
he miss? So close to 1-1. Instead 2-0 to Nike. It's been beautiful weather,
now piling up with clouds. I hide in the greenery behind the stands. HIF's
color, maybe it helps. Pause.
We inspect the artificial turf, does not feel good. Also I miss the open
goal. No feeling in my feets anymore. Eat a lukewarm Melle. Not much that is
good. Not the least HIF.
The second half is as the first. Nike scores everything HIF nothing.
Carelessness in midfield and 3-0. HIF is feeling depressed. HIF player free with
the goalkeeper, shooting straight at him. Now, no not that either. Poor
defense and it is 4-0. Sadly with all these kick-offs. Shot!
Goalie saves. Now!? Rescue at the goal line. Fans
disappointed drops off. The end. We drive away, I get dropped off at the
library. I planned to eat at the restaurant Fiskmåsen (the Gull) at the
library. But it is closed, even though it said on the website that it would be
open tonight until 18:30. The time now is 17:00. I take the bus home. Lukewarrm
sausage, loss, and no food. Disrepair.
"How did it go?" asks the neighbor's cat when I get home. "Loss again" "Sad,
is probably better in the next match" she comfort. She caressess
encouraging around my legs. My mood rise immediately. What would life be
without cats? Emptier.