Extra time,

It’s painful, blinding us with nerves

As we cling together like

Survivors of a sinking ship,

Our flags draped over hunched up shoulders,

And nails bitten to the quick.

Could this end it tears?

Who knows?

We’ll open up our eyes when they have scored.

I don’t know about anyone else but I struggle to watch the football because I get too nervous. I do actually have it on right now and just while I have been writing this poem I felt like my heart stopped on two occasions.

I’m no good at watching any sport. And I always got so nervous when I was a competitive swimmer that I would end up throwing up. I should be kept away from sport for my own safety.

For now, I will stay hidden behind the sofa for the next fifteen minutes and I will come out only when that final whistle is blown.

Much Love

Rachel xx