Godwin and Forson were on their way to the match arena where they watch football matches. Godwin stood still on a spot with his eyes glued to his phone while Forson kept walking without knowing that Godwin had paused.
"We need to walk fast to get a good spot to sit, you know, that hall will be crowded today," Forson said as he kept walking away. When he noticed that Godwin didn't reply, he turned to see Godwin standing very far away from him.
"Look at who I was talking to!"
*"Sorry, I was placing another bet for this match. I'm very confident that Chelsea will win this match," Godwin said as he hurriedly ran towards Forson.
"You mean you placed another bet? What if Chelsea loses? Haven't you seen where underdogs stunned the bigger clubs?" The surprise on Forson's face was very real
"Not this one, Chelsea has a 98% chance of winning."
They continued their argument as they walked to the football arena.
It was a beautiful evening, with calm weather and everywhere buzzing because Chelsea FC was playing a very crucial match against a low-rated club in the Champions League. Chelsea FC needed just one point to advance to the last phase of the tournament. On match days like that, all Chelsea fans would come out in mass, adorning their various Chelsea jerseys from different football seasons.
Godwin and his friend arrived at the football arena to find it filled up despite them arriving 30 minutes before the match time.
"You see, you caused this. It's your delay on the road that made us miss getting a seat. Mtchwww," Forson hissed and walked in.
They walked into the hall, where everywhere sparkled with the blue color of Chelsea. Seventy percent of the people were Chelsea fans and were wearing their club jerseys.
They finally secured a seat, a very tight one, and squeezed themselves in beside a very sweaty guy who happened to be against Chelsea. He was talking loudly, with spit rushing out of his mouth, and he didn't care.
Match started, Chelsea players took it very seriously in dominating the game with good possession records but had no shots on target due to how defensive the opponents were. Every time Chelsea players pushed the ball into the 18-yard box, the crowd would give out loud screams with applause. But whenever the other team got the ball, the fans started to pray, manifesting discomfort in their seats, hoping it wouldn't result in a goal.
The first half ended in a goalless draw, and all through the first half, Godwin never left the screen of his phone. He fixed one eye on the large screen to watch the match while the other eye checked his phone. He kept checking his bet and praying fervently and inwardly for Chelsea FC to win; otherwise, he'd lose $800.
The second half kicked off, and Chelsea again took dominance but still found it hard to penetrate the opponents' defense. Along the line, the opponents threw the ball on a counter mode, their player picked it with an intense run, got one-on-one with Chelsea's keeper, dribbled him, and scored.
"Gooooooaaaaaaal!" The hall erupted with shouts. The few people against Chelsea took it personally with their shouts. Though they were few, their voices were as loud as those of a hundred men.
"Guy, stop! Look at my body, showered with your spit," Godwin, out of anger, confronted the guy beside him who was standing, shouting, and gyrating on Chelsea's conceded goal.
"Wooooo! You're losing, forget it!" The guy didn't stop; instead, he bent his face to Godwin's face and mocked him. This time, the spit fell so rampantly on Godwin's face, and he couldn't take it anymore. He grabbed him by the his shirt to unless his anger, and immediately, the hall went into a rampage with many people against Godwin's act.
"Hey! Leave him!" The people blasted him
"Godwin, what's wrong with you? Leave him!" Forson grabbed Godwin, trying to pull him off the scene while his hand was still flickering on the guy's shirt and meanwhile, the guy was laughing at him because he knew Godwin wasn't in his senses; he lacked the spirit of sportsmanship.
"You can not do anything to me, and I won't stop shouting. Wooooooo!" The guy kept making jest of him, with his hand flapping on his mouth to make the sound more mocking. Forson managed to drag Godwin out of the hall, and many Chelsea's fans followed him outside to question him on not being a good sportsperson.
"Is it today Chelsea is losing such match? You should be used to this heartbreak already. You didn't try at all; you let your anger take over you," one of the guys wearing Chelsea's jersey poured out his mind to him, hissed, walked close to his bike, and drove away.
They left the scene, with Forson consoling him on his lost money on the bet and at the same time throwing premium banters at him for not controlling his anger.
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