He woke up the same as usual, with a half-forgotten chimera of his dreams still stuck in his mind like a blurred picture. It was a crisp morning, and he could hear the birds chirping outside. He looked out the window; the dew was shining on the grass. He yawned, bored right from the start of the day, as all teenagers are. But then something sparked in his mind. A shiver ran through his spine. Not a shudder of fear, but of anticipation. A shiver that ran like electricity throughout his body. Siphoning away the remains of sleep.
Suddenly, he was wide awake. Today was a special day. His team was playing tonight. It had been a week since the last time. Fond memories of his favorite player scoring and winning the match made him smile. Football had become like a drug for him. He actually hated the fact that how much of a necessity it had become for him to watch his team. It had become a part of him, like he couldn’t exist without it.