The music blared throughout the arena, crowds exploded with enthusiasm, the match had begun.

I felt deserted wandering within the stalls at the rugby match. The pavement was desolate with no one about, and everyone concentrated on the rugby match. I casually roamed towards one stall called  REFRESHMENTSI gradually walked towards the stall casting my eyes towards the last bucket of Jim’s doughnuts.

The half time hooter goes. I look left, I look right. The crowds swarm towards the REFRESHMENTS. Everyone is rushing towards the doughnuts, wanting to get to them. That was when I knew I should run.