the daggers voice
It had been quite a bad day. I was still devastated from the previous night's loss to Wycombe and, during PE, had badly bruised my finger whilst unconvincingly saving a shot from one of my schoolmates. It had directly hit my fourth finger along my right hand and it immediately began to swell and become extremely painful. Infact, I could not bend it whatsoever which led me to believe I had broken it.
So my day was brought to an abrupt halt with the remainder of midday/afternoon being spent in hospital. Eventually, after four hours, an x-Ray and countless episodes of Four in a Bed and Deal or No Deal, the doctor confirmed I had sustained nasty tissue damage in my finger, although I wasn't entirely convinced it wasn't actually broken because most of the symptoms were reminiscent to the breakage of a bone in my right arm a few months previous.
As we were waiting restlessly to be called in, Mum mentioned a withstanding invitation from Ricky to that night's West Ham u21 match being contested at Rush Green against Swansea City, and I confirmed that I indeed wanted to go following the last one which I thoroughly enjoyed against Blackburn.
Upon my arrival back at my house, I saw Mary sitting on the sofa, and realised that I had completely forgotten it was a Wednesday. After the upheaval of attempting to change into separate clothes with an excruciatingly-painful finger, Ricky was waiting by the door at 6pm and I got into the car excited for the night ahead.
We arrived at Rush Green within little time and took our places in the stands, after I got a burger, programme and saw Ben. The programme had a glaring error on the front as it still displayed the date, fixture and competition of the Blackburn game. However, with it being completely free, I had no complaints.
Like the last match, the first half began at a scintillating pace and West Ham were through on goal in the first ten seconds, but the woeful scuff into the keepers arms perhaps demonstrated why they are called the 'development squad'. Swansea's one supporter was Gracie, Ricky's daughter, who had for some reason taken up an allegiance with the Welsh Swans who had their fair share of chances in the first half but - like the Hammers - were unable to convert.
Eventually the Londoners did take the lead
I am Joel Page, Dagenham & Redbridge FC fan. Here I will share some of my experiences.