It was time. The crowd were as loud as they had ever been. The anticipation of the first game of a new season was almost too much and it was just seconds away.
The emerald green pitch always looked its best on this day. The players were wearing the shiny new kit and every fan would spend £100 to have a shoddy replica of it.
The referee blew his whistle and the first kick of the game echoed around the field accompanied by much cheering.
The clock had reached only 32 seconds when the unexpected happened.
A round, flat craft, almost a mile wide and presumably of alien origin, fell from the sky on its side and sliced the pitch and the stands clean in two exactly along the halfway line.
There was no cheering.
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