The referee blew his whistle. This was the first local derby he had ever officiated. He knew they loved their football up here. He knew that the form book went out the window inside this pressure cooker atmosphere-filled stadium. He knew that one team would end up as sick as parrots in this game of two halves. He knew there was more at stake here than three points - there were local bragging rights too. He knew the master tactician managers would play this like a game of chess. He knew the stakes had never been higher. He knew both teams would put the ball about the park a bit in their pursuit of making the old onion bag bulge.
As he thought about cliches the team in white celebrated wildly. They'd scored a goal he hadn't seen.
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