The Traitor's Story
By Zara D
August 9 2002
Friday, 28th September 2001. A buddy of mine had informed me that a guy we both knew & himself were going to a rugby game, in Leicester – Tigers versus Llanelli.
By Zara D
August 9 2002
Friday, 28th September 2001. A buddy of mine had informed me that a guy we both knew & himself were going to a rugby game, in Leicester – Tigers versus Llanelli.
He said he might have a spare ticket & would I be interested in going along if there was one. Well, I confess, I had a huge crush on the guy & leapt at the chance (hey, I’m a hot-blooded female, so sue me!). Saturday morning came & I got txt saying there was a ticket, so the guys picked me up & we headed down to Welford Rd.
That was my first ever rugby match & the nearest I had even come to the game. My family is not into sports & the nearest sporty thing I do is fencing (no laughing now!). The two guys said I just had to pick one of the teams to support, so I picked the Tigers (not jumping on any bandwagon as I didn’t even know of the Tigers or their skill, hehe!).
a) The guy I fancied supported them
b) I’ve always thought Leicester a great city (great shopping, hehe!) & Bradgate, one of my favourite places in Britain, is part of Leicestershire
c) The shirt colours were nicer
d) It was easier for me, if I got addicted,
to get to Leicester for a game than to Llanelli.
We were standing in the Crumbie & for a ‘newbie’, gosh – words cannot express how electric I found it. The atmosphere was just overwhelming & fantastic, I just couldn’t help but get high on it. The Llanelli fans were great – I had been wary of a kind of football thing with thugs & ‘yobbos’, but it couldn’t have been further from the truth. It re-newed my faith in society!
It had such a good team spirit, not only the fans but the teams themselves… and in truth, I found the game far more interesting than one of footie.
After that, I started checking out the Tigers website & as pennies were really tight, I didn’t go to any games (Aww, violins play!). Alas, friends had talked me into going to the Saints vs. London Irish game back in April & although I did almost fall asleep (I didn’t tell them that, being the only Tigers fan on a Coach of Stains was one of my lesser memorable moments
in life!).
The game itself was enjoyable – even more so when the Tigers finished off what the Stains couldn’t. Then there was the match for the Tigers against Munster & I had tried but failed to get tickets so I stayed glued to my seat in front of the T.V & loved every single second of it.
Even though with distance & completely different setting, you couldn’t help not get into the game. It was so tense, exhilarating, exciting, and addictive. I used to laugh at seeing people scream or talk to the T.V yet at that moment, I turned into one of those people. I was jumping up & down, hugging myself & getting into a right ‘tiz’ so I gave in & realised I was a little hooked.
Then, due to me living in Northampton, there was the inevitable slander & shouts of “Traitor!” from the Stains fans as well as the purchasing of
a season ticket + a shirt & the rest is history as they say...
That was my first ever rugby match & the nearest I had even come to the game. My family is not into sports & the nearest sporty thing I do is fencing (no laughing now!). The two guys said I just had to pick one of the teams to support, so I picked the Tigers (not jumping on any bandwagon as I didn’t even know of the Tigers or their skill, hehe!).
a) The guy I fancied supported them
b) I’ve always thought Leicester a great city (great shopping, hehe!) & Bradgate, one of my favourite places in Britain, is part of Leicestershire
c) The shirt colours were nicer
d) It was easier for me, if I got addicted,
to get to Leicester for a game than to Llanelli.
We were standing in the Crumbie & for a ‘newbie’, gosh – words cannot express how electric I found it. The atmosphere was just overwhelming & fantastic, I just couldn’t help but get high on it. The Llanelli fans were great – I had been wary of a kind of football thing with thugs & ‘yobbos’, but it couldn’t have been further from the truth. It re-newed my faith in society!
It had such a good team spirit, not only the fans but the teams themselves… and in truth, I found the game far more interesting than one of footie.
After that, I started checking out the Tigers website & as pennies were really tight, I didn’t go to any games (Aww, violins play!). Alas, friends had talked me into going to the Saints vs. London Irish game back in April & although I did almost fall asleep (I didn’t tell them that, being the only Tigers fan on a Coach of Stains was one of my lesser memorable moments
in life!).
The game itself was enjoyable – even more so when the Tigers finished off what the Stains couldn’t. Then there was the match for the Tigers against Munster & I had tried but failed to get tickets so I stayed glued to my seat in front of the T.V & loved every single second of it.
Even though with distance & completely different setting, you couldn’t help not get into the game. It was so tense, exhilarating, exciting, and addictive. I used to laugh at seeing people scream or talk to the T.V yet at that moment, I turned into one of those people. I was jumping up & down, hugging myself & getting into a right ‘tiz’ so I gave in & realised I was a little hooked.
Then, due to me living in Northampton, there was the inevitable slander & shouts of “Traitor!” from the Stains fans as well as the purchasing of
a season ticket + a shirt & the rest is history as they say...
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