- Charles Dickens, Great Expectations
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- Kate Chopin, The Awakening
It was our thing. My dad and I went to Chelsea matches ever since he was transferred to London and my mother walked out on their marriage. He got the season tickets through a guy at the office, but we agreed to keep it quiet. It was our thing – father and daughter. It was nobody’s business, and I certainly didn’t have to tell the girls at school. While they talked about poor Cheryl, I refused to judge Ashley Cole by anything other than his abilities as a world-class defender after all. We simply weren’t on the same page.
As I got older my dad and I decided to only keep the tickets for Saturday matches and offer the rest to Dad’s colleagues. They were ecstatic, and we were able to better fit the dates into our busy schedules. The Saturdays became islands of happiness in the company of my dad. We always had fish and chips at the same pub before driving to the stadium. Upon entering the arena, I almost always managed to step into a puddle of spilled beer or on an overturned bag of crisps, and even before we got to our seats my dad was already being hugged by at least a dozen men his age whose English iciness was melting away with each pint they imbibed.
“Do you think it’s strange that I find this more relaxing than spending the weekend in front of the TV?” I once asked my dad.
He chuckled. “Not at all. I feel the same.”
There was something about the atmosphere in the stadium that made me feel at peace. Diving into the noise of whistles and horns, chanting with other fans, and becoming part of a sea of blue made me feel connected with something bigger than myself and my little corner of the world. I could escape to a place where it didn’t matter where you came from, what your parents did for a living, and where you went to school. All that mattered was that you’re wearing blue, know the songs, and never lose faith that the most complete six-er in the world will always save the day. I could forget all about my life outside the arena. I drank beer, I lost my voice when Chelsea played Arsenal, and I watched the twinkle in my dad’s eyes.
It was our thing until Daniel spilled my coffee in a café in Camden Town. He was wearing a blue jersey, bought me a new drink, and walked me back to the tube. When we got engaged, I went to the London derby exclusively with my dad for the last time.
I asked, “Do you mind Dan coming along next season?”
He shook his head, smiling, and his eyes bright blue like colors of our team, “I always knew you had to grow up someday.”