David Beckham and Me: A Cousin’s Chronicle by Zuri
I was overjoyed to get the opportunity to watch my cousin play. We journeyed our way to Nou Camp Stadium for the most stimulating game I had ever been to. Manchester United vs Bayern Munich. My Man U shirt flapped around in the humid wind as I gazed at over 85,000 people around us in awe. In my point of view , and probably all Man U fans, David was such a crucial member of the team. At the time, it was the most nerve – racking moment I’ve ever experienced. I recalled the great times of our team winning the Premiership and the FA cup. The final was being held in one of the world’s greatest arenas. Barcelona’s Nou Camp. I couldn’t wait to tell all my friends! The stands rose up to the clouds creating a rumble of thunder and explosions of colour.
The match was starting, tension started to build up around the stadium. It was so quiet you could hear the slightest of whispers. All of a sudden all the noise around me started to build up. Cheering took off, the racket of rough, uneven harmonies. I was on the edge of my seat. I glanced at Uncle Ted. Beads of sweat streamed down his distressed face. Was it just the torrid blaze of heat?
I must’ve been so stunned by my surroundings that I didn’t notice anything happening. A sudden explosion of uproar as Aunt Sandra hopped onto her feet and let out an exciting shriek. Everyone’s eyes were glued to the ball, unable to look away in case of missing one of the most important goals of all time. Passes started to be misplaced, the game just wasn’t flowing. Bayern Munich wasn’t any better. Fans quietened down, disappointment filled the entire stadium. But then there was a commotion. I saw David sprinting with the ball, dodging every attack possible. The stadium shook with roars of pride. He assisted the team with a great goal!