What a great feeling, two nil up after twenty minutes! It was almost as good as a continuous orgasm, if indeed that was physically possible.
Harry had come to today's home match without much hope of seeing a victory, the Fairies being one above the 'drop zone' and the opposition sitting five points clear at the top of the table.
But now he was almost beside himself, two up and still attacking! The lads were all on song and the crowd, such as it was, were all behind them. At least they had room to jump up and down, shout and wave their arms around.
There was soon another attack at Harry's end and another shot. The whole crowd behind the goal jumped up and then groaned at the near miss. Harry didn't see it. An elbow in the left eye from the girl one row in front of him and one seat to his left had felled him. She felt the jar and turned around in time to see Harry fall back into his seat.
She quickly turned and knelt on her seat to face him.
"Gosh, I'm so sorry. Are you all right? I'm always getting into trouble when I get excited. Here, let me have a look at it."
The girl reached out to try and remove Harry's hands from his eyes. He felt a gentle touch and tried to let her see him. He couldn't see her; his eyes streamed with tears, they were totally full.
"I'll, I'll be all right," he gasped. "Don't worry about me. You watch the game. Aren't they playing great? Christ, it hurts, I can't see a thing!"
The girl scrambled over the back of her seat into the empty space beside Harry. She produced some tissues from her jacket pocket and continued her ministrations to his eye. Harry took them from her.
"Thanks a lot but I'll do that. Will you commentate for me? I don't want to miss anything but I can't see at the moment."
"OK, if you're sure? Well, that shot missed, not like my elbow," she giggled softly. "Now the goal kick has been taken but it's a poor one. Billy Jones has got the ball straight from the goal kick and he's trying to lob the goalkeeper. Here it comes, the goalies jumping; he's missed it, its bounced behind him; it's in the net. GOOAAAL! Three nil! Fucking hell!"
What a weird sensation. Harry had just about managed to get his right eye cleared to half-see the action and see the ball bounce into the back of the net. The girl's loud screams nearly deafened him. He grabbed
hold of her, he knew not where, and together they jumped up and down in joy and excitement.
The applause and shouting went on for some time. Harry suddenly realised that he was beginning to see out of his left eye again. Thank God for that! He thought she'd blinded him. Then he realised that his clutching arms still held the girl and that one hand was almost squeezing her bum. He let go and jumped back.
"Gosh, I'm sorry," he gasped. "I didn't realise what I was doing."
The girl looked at the game to see that the re-start was imminent and then glanced back at Harry.
"I noticed," she grinned. "It felt very nice, actually. By the way, my name's Kate."
"Mine's Harry. I hope you didn't elbow me just to meet me. I would have been delighted to exchange 'Hellos ' with you any time."
Kate grinned again. "Sorry, but I hadn't noticed you at all until your eye socket nearly jolted my elbow out of its joint." She paused and looked him in the eye and smiled, "but I likewise would be happy to say hello any time"
"Hello Kate."
"Hello Harry."
Kate's eyes returned to the action on the field but she put her right arm through Harry's left one. Harry felt a warm glow spread through his body. The pain in his eye was receding fast. He took a look around at the people in the crowd close by them.
He had come to the match on his own but it seemed that Kate was in a whole gang of mixed males and females, all about the same age, somewhere between twenty and twenty-five. Harry was twenty-four, single and unattached, at the present. He wondered about Kate, looking at the guys who seemed to be with her crowd. None seemed to be worried about her moving to stand by him and putting her arm through his.
The match went into a quiet patch. The visitors seemed to be waiting for the pep talk at half time and the Fairies were shell shocked with their three-goal advantage. Harry and Kate watched the action without any further conversations, although Kate kept giving Harry's arm a little squeeze. Finally, the half-time whistle blew.
Harry turned to Kate.
"Fancy a drink?" he asked. "I have a mate who can get us into the Club bar if you would like that?"
"No thanks Harry. I'm quite happy out here watching all the different things going on. I've not been to a match for ages, not since I split up with my ex., boyfriend that is."
"What about your friends?" asked Harry, indicating the happy and noisy crowd in front of them.
"Oh, I'm not really with them. I got mixed up with them in the pub earlier and they said they were coming to the game and 'why not come along' so I did. After all I am a supporter, well I was when I was with Bill, anyway."
"Where do you live?" asked Harry. "I'm in town on Bishops Walk, near to the park and the bus station. I've got a two bed roomed house there. I can't afford it really but I work for International and County Bank so I do get a cheaper mortgage interest rate. Because of that you borrow extra so you finish just as hard up as everyone else."
Harry realised he was jabbering on a bit so he shut up and waited.
"You are lucky, living in the City," answered Kate. "I live out on the Green Park estate. It's quite nice but late night buses are horrible and taxis are very expensive. It means that I stay in a lot, watching telly or a DVD if I've remembered to get one out."
"Er", ventured Harry, "I'd love to see you again. Can I have your phone number?"
"I'll tell you what," said Kate thoughtfully, "lets watch the rest of the game together and if we are still friends after that we could go for a drink and discuss it. We should be celebrating the victory anyway. How does that sound?"
