The Football Match

I was getting ready for school when I remembered that Manchester United would be coming to Parkhead to take on Celtic in the Champions’ League group stage. My excitement grew immediately. I pondered for a second realizing that if Celtic won this game they would be through to the last sixteen, an achievement no other Scottish club had achieved for years. Maybe this could be our year, I thought.
The cold blistering air spiked deep into my lungs from the moment I stepped out from my house. I gazed at the pavement, observing whether there was ice on it. I strolled my way to school through the path where the gigantic trees gloomed above me. I trod carefully through the icy grass which was miniscule in comparison to the trees.
As I made my way into school my hands were about to fall off with the freezing weather. I sauntered across the classroom to my seat. I had maths first but my thoughts drifted towards for the Celtic game that night and I couldn’t keep my concentration. The teacher was handing out text books when I suddenly came up with a plan. He handed me my textbook then I put on an act and said I felt sick and had to go home. He fell for it and asked the classroom assistant to take me down to the office. I staggered my way to the office to make it look more convincing. My dad came and picked me up.
I decided to go to for a nap when I got in so time would pass quicker. The game started at quarter to eight so I set my alarm to go off an hour before kick-off so I would have time to get ready.
I woke up and glanced at my clock. I was so happy. It was finally here. I got ready and waited on my cousin to come to my house. I had a thrilling feeling about the game.
Kyle, my cousin, finally arrived at my door, and then we began the twenty minute walk up London road to Celtic park as I got nearer the ground my excitement grew inside me as I would be seeing some of the best players in the world like Wayne Rooney and Cristiano Ronaldo.
The atmosphere was electric,