Perfect Day

Heaven is a Racecourse Saturday

No.15 - GARETH ROBERTS (OVERTON)

Get up? Wake up at about 8am and get up at 9, still in a half trance as I approach the bathroom.

Then? Get changed and see what's on TV. Then have breakfast. If I feel like it I walk the dog or I kill hundreds of innocent civilians on my computer, playing GTA (top game). 

Lunchtime? I catch the bus into town and then roam the streets of Wrexham for something to eat - usually a bakery shop, or risk a burger at Burger King.

Pre-match? I sell Red Passion. There is no better way to spend a couple of hours standing in sub-zero temperatures with howling gales. Seriously though, you get to meet a lot of people, which has its good points and bad.

Pre-match inside Racecourse? I stand on the Kop. I start to get nervous, wonder if I can see anyone I know, and read the programme.

1st half? Surprisingly, I'm quiet during the game, usually thinking how long it will be before they score, chewing a piece of gum and glancing at the Wrexham bench from time to time.

Half-time? I'm either happy, sad or in the middle. I read the rest of the programme; I usually get a Cornish Pasty as well. 

Second half? Same as first but usually more tense in the last ten minutes.

Immediate post-match? After the emotions set in, I meet up with someone I know and we go to a pub.

Teatime? Have something to eat and phone round friends discussing the day's events.

Evening? I either go out to my local social club to play snooker or go on my computer and kill even more pedestrians or take Wrexham to Premiership glory.

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