Sonny Daykin Creative Writing

 

There was magic in the air that day, the match’s end was near, the intensity was building, a nail-biting thriller, had come to it’s climax, a stress building final 10 minutes. The fans were cheering, supporting and waving the famous flag showing the red and yellow crest. Counting down the minutes, slowly the momentum was shifting, the belief of the team in red mounted, the immense support was growing, the chants of ‘United’ were screamed from the top of the fans’ lungs and was heard all around the stadium. Nothing had been going right all game, this was total domination. The flow of football from the team in red was non-existent, the victory for the team in grey was imminent. The German giants were moments away from conquering Europe, all they had to do was defend this last gasp corner. Everybody took a deep breath as the corner was about to be taken.

 

A 90th minute goal had swung the pendulum of the team in red, the relief of a last gasp equaliser was shown like a Mexican wave, a domino effect of silence was heard around the stadium, the team in grey were stunned. The tie at 1-1 was surely heading to an extra 30 minutes in extra time. The belief of the team belief of the team wearing the tremendous world wide known red shirt had rocketed, the players were playing for their lives, every tackle that happened, they would win, every pass would be accurate and reach their man, the tie had turned around. During the final minute of added time, the team known as the ‘Red Devils’ had an almost identical corner to the first, that would surely be the last kick of the game…

 

The impossible had been accomplished, the fans who supported this colossus of a side cheered in delight, two goals in as many minutes had left this affair unchallengeable, and the opponents had no time for a comeback at all. The sheer belief of this team was phenomenal, this belief had seen them become victorious in this monumental fixture. Celebrations took place wherever it could, inside the stadium, outside of the stadium, at home and on the streets, celebrating this unlikely win, which with three minutes to go, it almost seemed imminent that the team in red would leave this game empty handed. The two managers shook hands, both in shock over this crazy affair.

 

This victory, had seen the team in red conquer all before them, which saw them complete the famous ‘triple’ which had never been accomplished by an English side. The victory parade had seen the red army come together in support of the great three trophies, where fans were chanting, and getting a glimpse of the great silver wear. As the crowds  circled around the red city, the tremendous pride and belief would go down in history to be one of the greatest ever teams, which they called their beloved Manchester United.