The electric energy spills out from the stadium, irridescent wisps of excistement casting a wide ent to snare your senses and speed your heart. Mirth is shared like an arena hotdog chewed in an open mouth, a rollercoaster of emotion as the sparring teams vie for the win. Stitched caps and giant fingers bob across the crowd's wave, swapping jokes with neighbours and dodging overzealous drinkers. The piano starts its chant, rising like a pulse as the crowd celebrates in rippling cheers and whistles. From the stands you fuel a singular emotion, a finite moment where both teams celebrate as a single body of uncontained excitement for the game to commence. Desperate fans consumed by the thrill turn laughter into war cries, driven by then…

I chose to write this one out today and