The Stadium Disaster

Stadium Disaster chapter 3

 

 Frank P.O.V

All I can remember was Margrette pulling the brake and me powerfully thrusting forward and hitting my arms. My ears feel deaf and they feel like they are ringing. It stops when I lift my arms that were rested against the steering wheel. As I slowly try to clear my head I see what Margrette was yelling at. If my guess was correct it was 2 young men. Both wearing Liverpool scarfs I rush over as fast as I can mentally since I’m still having trouble calming down. I rush over and confront both and try to relax them. “Boys are you okay” I say trying to sound as sincere as possible. The boys, whose names turn out to be Elliot and Scott,  are also planning to attend today’s game. Feeling bad for them and also thinking it would be a fair way to repay them I offer to ride them to the stadium. The one whose name was Elliot seemed very skeptical but after they talked it out they finally agreed. At this point,  I wondered if I should have invited them but I felt almost pity for them, mixed with self-relief that I didn’t hit them. As we joined Margrette in the car, we made our way through the small handfuls of people who had already arrived here at Leppings Lane. The boys exit in front of the stadium as Margrette and I now must proceed in one finding a parking spot, which thanks to our timing should not be too hard.

Elliot P.O.V

When blood starts to rush back to my veins again, I try to comprehend what had just happen. I start to feel uneasy and i’m happy that I didn’t eat breakfast because if I did I’m sure I would have just seen it again. Scott helps me up and points my confused attention to the middle aged man walking towards me. His already bright face looks paler than mine. His name happens to be Frank quite coincidentally he was also attending the game today, the only difference is that he had tickets. At that point I start to forget about him talking and I start to think about how lucky I am that I’m alive. But I don’t think I am mentally or physically up to watching a game. But Scott’s idea had been perfect sneaking through with other people and since it was known to be a small corridor we knew we would definitely get in. We would get no trouble from our parents either. I don’t know how to break it to Scott that I can't go through with it. Before I tell him I feel a motion that I’m starting to get used to, Scott grabs my arm and pulls me through the car door and next thing I know all I see is the man Frank joining us and starting the car. Before I express myself to Scott I look over at him and I see him looking so eager. I decide against telling him, since it would be unfair for him. When we arrive I look up in excitement and my view is excellent, I could have stood their forever just looking up at the Sheffield symbol plastered on a huge metal wall. I would have stood there but someone bumped into me reminding me that we have to get in now. We enter the stadium calmly with a group of people. Trying to act as normal and as casual as possible while we walk past the doors. We automatically sprint past the ticket collector and run as fast as we can to the pen gate. We hear people running after us and yelling. But it seems like leaves in the wind and no matter how much the yell we kept going. As we speed by the huge metal door opened for people to go to the stands. Using our size we slowly shimmy and maneuver through the groups of people in this narrow hallway. With my heart pumping I can sense that we are nearly there when I look over to see the sign West Stand above me. As we slowdown,  now out of breath, Scott and I turn sharply right and hop over the fence allowing us to enter as I try to hop over, my adrenaline has ended and I’m fidgeting with the gate trying to go over it. At this point I can't go over, due to my height and I can't go under because there is a metal face. It seems like Scoot reads my mind from over the fence and opens the latch and pushes the gate. We rush to the empty pen and reach the front easily. Banging across the fence we both start cheering with the rest of the fans. As I look up i see what all the indecisiveness was about. The view is something of that could be compared to a wonder of a world. The sea of red fan’s surrounding the perfectly green pitch. This by far is one of the best views I have ever seen. I look at Scott and he is also mesmerized by the view. Suddenly i feel a push, being so upbeat I don't think anything of it. Until its followed by another and another. After getting a bit bothered I turn to see that the once empty pen was now overflowing with people. I also see one person stumble and fall, for a second I thought nothing of it. But it leads to the person in front of him falling and then the next person. Next thing i know the weight of what feels of 1000 men is being pushed against me and a metal fence. I try moving but i can't squirm my way out of this. When I can feel people yelling in pain and start to feel weak and like my brain is slowing down. It feels like my insides are piece by piece being squished. At the moment i feel like i have had enough someone grabs me by the waste and lift me up above some of the mobs of people and push onto the fence. I look down in pure surprise when i see Scotts Blank and lifeless face looking up to me as his arms remain around my waste. I push them off and start to climb, I can't think about anything else i just climb. Tears start to slowly drip down my cheeks the wetness almost blinds me and I almost struggle to carry on. But i think about Scott and the one thing I am sure of, is that he would want me to carry on.