Quietly watching the city from above. The rain softly falling like a mist, gradually soaking us through. Still we watched. The lights of the city glimmer the further away you are.
Crunching ballast beneath my feet, so much more relaxed than my home metro system.
Creeping up the stairs to the top of the stadium, 80,000 empty seats surround me. No cheering, no chants, just bated breath and determination.
Climbing down a pitch black shaft in a damp, dark underground passage. Distant drips can be heard and the rumble of a passing train far away still gets you to turn and gasp.