Had been repeatedly thinking about it week long and of course what had seem to be the longest week of your life, the final moment of departure for the so desperately, patiently waited game, has arrived. Slowly driving up to the fenced, concrete walled stadium, you can hear your rapidly beating hear get louder and louder in your ears from excitement. Getting closer, to what seems a shopping center during Christmas gift purchasing, the enormously long lines seem more obvious and visible to the human eye. As the exciting thoughts of the Mexico v.s. Bulgaria match pace through your mind over and over, you come back to reality and find yourself standing at the congested, rambunctious gates of the stadium. Excitingly, walking through the main gate, all of the amusements around you commence to catch your attention. Snow cone stands, soccer contests, and booths filled with gear of your favorite national soccer teams soon to play surround you with hope you might visit. Standing in line to exchange your ticket for an entrance to the soccer arena, the rush of adrenaline once more fills up your body as the roars of the chants from inside the stands enter your ears. Once in the hallways of the enormous structure of the stadium, you begin to hunt down your seats to where you will also join in the fun and glory of representing your team with your own cheers and flags. Walking down these mentioned overpopulated hallways, you look into the stands where all the overly enthusiastic fans are, and you see the section where you believe to have purchased a ticket for. Impatiently sprinting there as if it where a race for your life, you get there and you’re indeed correct. Walking down to your row, you finally find your seat, and of course make sure it’s the exact one your ticket permits you to sit, and yes, section green, row A, seat 32. As the players appear from the changing rooms to warm up on the field, you can’t help but to yell and scream, and search for that special...