Testimonial For Kings

Twenty Five minutes until kick off and I am gridlocked amongst hundreds of angry vehicles. Horns are boisterous; steering wheels are being man-handled. I’m a mile from the city centre, is it worth the risk? I see a space being guarded by two yellow lines. A fine is nothing compared to the pain of missing his testimonial. 

I roll my car into the bay and begin my marathon run it’s the most exercise I have done in a decade. Dodging amongst a wave of black and white shirts, I see the Palace of Hope soaring over the city. Fifteen minutes before the whistle blows and I am halted at the gates. The stadium is under siege. Thousands of fans struggle to move. Yellow jackets on horses maintain order but allow the joyous atmosphere to flow. 

People are singing songs with a drunken slur. Television crews loiter, forcing microphones into unsuspecting faces. I get in line and wait, closing my eyes, praying for a delayed start. Ten minutes later and it is my turn for the stamp. I slide my ticket to the booth controller and dart through the turnstile, pelting up the stairs. An elderly gentleman wearing a woollen hat shouts up at me.

“Oi, divint ya want ya scarf like?”

I turn around and regrettably shout down.

“Nah, you’re alreet mate.” and continue up the steps.

I walk out of the exit to 50,000 black scarves being hoisted in the air, twirling harmoniously to the adulation of the crowd. I feel like a gladiator entering an arena. For a moment I wish it was my name they were screaming. The lions are released from their cages and they run out onto the pitch under a wild roar. Camera flashes glitter around the stadium. I jog up to my seat and sit down unknowingly on his face. A charming lady sitting next to me whispers in my ear.

“You’re sitting on your mask pet.”

I pull it out from under me at the same instant everyone else slides theirs on. For the next ninety minutes we are him and we all stick our fingers in the air and chant his name. ‘Shearer! Shearer! Shearer!’

Then the whistle blows.

Author's Note

Any feedback welcome, just something I knocked up in an hour so please go easy :)

Reviews

[Arsenic Nemesis]

B-B-B-But... how has this not got any reviews yet? I'm confused! This is great, dude! I love it! Do you know what's, honestly, the best thing about it? The way you portrayed the accents! It is actually pure gold mate and totally spot on too. Your use of vocabulary was very good too and made the read even better. I really like the ending too, it makes me want more! And the accents make me want more too, it makes it much more exciting to read! Love this so much, keep up the good work! Farewell, mortal~

[Samuel Dickens]

You build interest and drama as your character hurries to a stadium to.......? That's where you lose me, due to my own lack of familiarity/ignorance, no doubt. I guess you've gone to a game of some sort? Obviously, I'm not a sports fan.
All that aside, I think your writing is outstanding.

[Alvin L. Kathembe]

Great description,i especially liked 'The stadium is under siege'...Must have been great to have been there eh? I loved Alan Shearer as well, he was a wizard!
This from a chelsea fan :)
great work!