DeliciousMaiden
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The beautiful game … that’s what they call it and Emma had always agreed, though the cold and the wet and the muddy mire which characterised the pitches of clubs at this level seemed to contradict that image. To her right sat a business colleague, Martin who though claiming an interest in football had seemed more eager when the offer of ‘pre-and-post match lunch/buffet’ together with free bar and seats in the director’s box was made. Emma chuckled to herself as she watched the façade of civility slipping slightly as Martin conversed with the home club’s Vice-Chairman. The pre-match chilli and rice had not quite lived up to his expectations, nor the half time coffee/biscuit combination, yet for her part their warming qualities had been all that Emma needed for indeed though partially protected by the shelters housing the home and away team ‘dug-outs’ it was bitterly cold. A factor not alleviated by perching on the flip-up plastic seats that offered no more comfort that the standard stand seating despite being designated as reserved for guests.
”You know who that is …?”
Martin hissed in her ear indicating the man to her left. Though she nodded, the gesture was most likely lost amongst the swathe of hat and scarf as her colleague continued regardless.
”That’s Danny Miller … manager of Hilstone Athletic..?”
Emma nodded and glanced at the man who was the object of Martin’s admiration.
”I know … I … “
Her response was caught short by a run on goal and a collective outcry as a penalty was awarded against the home team!
Emma knew that Daniel Miller was manager of HAFC. Not only had she recognised him, but she had been surreptitiously watching him throughout the uneventful first half. It was clear that he was there on ‘business’ rather than pleasure, an impression she had quickly checked by pulling out her phone and checking future fixtures confirming that Athletic were indeed scheduled to play that day’s away team in just over a week’s time. She had watched Athletic at a pre-season friendly and again at an away game in October. By reputation Daniel was known to be dogged and single minded, but those descriptions did not truly describe the man she had seen twice previously and who was currently seated further down the row to her left. She found him impressive in stature: A ‘great bear of a man’ was the analogy that came to mind. She suspected there was a gentle side to him and indeed she had the impression that he was not one to waste words, yet, in contrast neither was he one to hold back his feelings when riled. She knew that referees had banished him to the stands several times last season for ‘heated outbursts’ a trait Emma herself had indeed witnessed at the games she had attended.
Daniel did not know Emma of course. On match day there was only ever one focus for his attention. When Emma had taken her seat, some 3 spaces up from where he was already seated: Her arrival had drawn a glance and a nod from him, the taciturn greeting had led her to recognise him instantly, but Daniel’s attention had immediately returned to adding notes to the team sheet as his eyes scanned the pitch even in advance of the game’s commencement. It was this avid note taking; the sketches he made on a gridded pad as the game progressed that had intrigued Emma. Such was his concentration that she was able to hazard the occasional peek at his notations without detection. Even at half time he had remained seated, presumably continuing with his strategy planning for his own team’s forthcoming game. He neither acknowledged Emma leaving her seat or her return for the second half.
A line of expletives emanating from somewhere behind her brought Emma to the reaslisation that she had been caught day-dreaming, Looking about she tried to discern what had happened. It seemed the penalty had been taken … unsuccessfully. But there had been an ‘incident in front of goal’ of some sort and the home goalkeeper was on the floor and requiring treatment. She turned to Martin, though reluctant to ask him what happened.
”That doesn’t look good…”
She commented neutrally instead, trying to glean what might have led to the injury from his reply. The home crowd definitely weren’t impressed. On the pitch both managers were at the limit of their technical areas. Behind them another stream of ‘choice language’ was directed towards the officials. Instinctively Emma turned towards the source of the outbursts and noted that Daniel had done the same. Shorter as she was she could not spot the individual, but Daniel she saw had made eye contact with the perpetrator no doubt trying to nip the situation in the bud. Initially the ploy worked and their joint attention returned the pitch where the goalkeeper was limping off and a substitution was waiting to be made. Though this seemed to calm the crowds marginally, behind them the situation became exacerbated by the realisation of who Daniel was. This time it seemed a group of about 3 spectators had decided to provoke Daniel by a stream of heckling personal abuse the content of which Emma found she was actually shocked by. She was convinced that there was no way this wasn’t going to kick off as she saw Martin and the Club Vice-Chairman looking on helplessly as Daniel got to his feet and seemed to front up to the hecklers.
”Ok Guys, enough … there’s a lady present … you got something to say, let’s take it elsewhere… “
For long seconds the group’s silence indicated that they seemed to be assessing their chances against Daniel as he stood challenging them to take things further. The timely arrival of a steward redirected the groups’ attention; whilst beside her Daniel returned to his seat once sure that the offenders had been dealt with. He muttered something under his breath and turned to speak to her when the stand erupted with a home goal!
Just how angry he had been or whether he was actually reacting out of respect for her presence she supposed she would never know for by the time the stadium calmed once more a man she didn’t recognise was talking to Daniel, their discussion continuing throughout the final 5 minutes when the whistle finally blew for a 2:1 home win!
The beautiful game … that’s what they call it and Emma had always agreed, though the cold and the wet and the muddy mire which characterised the pitches of clubs at this level seemed to contradict that image. To her right sat a business colleague, Martin who though claiming an interest in football had seemed more eager when the offer of ‘pre-and-post match lunch/buffet’ together with free bar and seats in the director’s box was made. Emma chuckled to herself as she watched the façade of civility slipping slightly as Martin conversed with the home club’s Vice-Chairman. The pre-match chilli and rice had not quite lived up to his expectations, nor the half time coffee/biscuit combination, yet for her part their warming qualities had been all that Emma needed for indeed though partially protected by the shelters housing the home and away team ‘dug-outs’ it was bitterly cold. A factor not alleviated by perching on the flip-up plastic seats that offered no more comfort that the standard stand seating despite being designated as reserved for guests.
”You know who that is …?”
Martin hissed in her ear indicating the man to her left. Though she nodded, the gesture was most likely lost amongst the swathe of hat and scarf as her colleague continued regardless.
”That’s Danny Miller … manager of Hilstone Athletic..?”
Emma nodded and glanced at the man who was the object of Martin’s admiration.
”I know … I … “
Her response was caught short by a run on goal and a collective outcry as a penalty was awarded against the home team!
Emma knew that Daniel Miller was manager of HAFC. Not only had she recognised him, but she had been surreptitiously watching him throughout the uneventful first half. It was clear that he was there on ‘business’ rather than pleasure, an impression she had quickly checked by pulling out her phone and checking future fixtures confirming that Athletic were indeed scheduled to play that day’s away team in just over a week’s time. She had watched Athletic at a pre-season friendly and again at an away game in October. By reputation Daniel was known to be dogged and single minded, but those descriptions did not truly describe the man she had seen twice previously and who was currently seated further down the row to her left. She found him impressive in stature: A ‘great bear of a man’ was the analogy that came to mind. She suspected there was a gentle side to him and indeed she had the impression that he was not one to waste words, yet, in contrast neither was he one to hold back his feelings when riled. She knew that referees had banished him to the stands several times last season for ‘heated outbursts’ a trait Emma herself had indeed witnessed at the games she had attended.
Daniel did not know Emma of course. On match day there was only ever one focus for his attention. When Emma had taken her seat, some 3 spaces up from where he was already seated: Her arrival had drawn a glance and a nod from him, the taciturn greeting had led her to recognise him instantly, but Daniel’s attention had immediately returned to adding notes to the team sheet as his eyes scanned the pitch even in advance of the game’s commencement. It was this avid note taking; the sketches he made on a gridded pad as the game progressed that had intrigued Emma. Such was his concentration that she was able to hazard the occasional peek at his notations without detection. Even at half time he had remained seated, presumably continuing with his strategy planning for his own team’s forthcoming game. He neither acknowledged Emma leaving her seat or her return for the second half.
A line of expletives emanating from somewhere behind her brought Emma to the reaslisation that she had been caught day-dreaming, Looking about she tried to discern what had happened. It seemed the penalty had been taken … unsuccessfully. But there had been an ‘incident in front of goal’ of some sort and the home goalkeeper was on the floor and requiring treatment. She turned to Martin, though reluctant to ask him what happened.
”That doesn’t look good…”
She commented neutrally instead, trying to glean what might have led to the injury from his reply. The home crowd definitely weren’t impressed. On the pitch both managers were at the limit of their technical areas. Behind them another stream of ‘choice language’ was directed towards the officials. Instinctively Emma turned towards the source of the outbursts and noted that Daniel had done the same. Shorter as she was she could not spot the individual, but Daniel she saw had made eye contact with the perpetrator no doubt trying to nip the situation in the bud. Initially the ploy worked and their joint attention returned the pitch where the goalkeeper was limping off and a substitution was waiting to be made. Though this seemed to calm the crowds marginally, behind them the situation became exacerbated by the realisation of who Daniel was. This time it seemed a group of about 3 spectators had decided to provoke Daniel by a stream of heckling personal abuse the content of which Emma found she was actually shocked by. She was convinced that there was no way this wasn’t going to kick off as she saw Martin and the Club Vice-Chairman looking on helplessly as Daniel got to his feet and seemed to front up to the hecklers.
”Ok Guys, enough … there’s a lady present … you got something to say, let’s take it elsewhere… “
For long seconds the group’s silence indicated that they seemed to be assessing their chances against Daniel as he stood challenging them to take things further. The timely arrival of a steward redirected the groups’ attention; whilst beside her Daniel returned to his seat once sure that the offenders had been dealt with. He muttered something under his breath and turned to speak to her when the stand erupted with a home goal!
Just how angry he had been or whether he was actually reacting out of respect for her presence she supposed she would never know for by the time the stadium calmed once more a man she didn’t recognise was talking to Daniel, their discussion continuing throughout the final 5 minutes when the whistle finally blew for a 2:1 home win!
