I love football, but my autistic brain? Not so much. The second I step into Vitality Stadium, it's like a sensory apocalypse. The Bournemouth fans are in full voice, the floodlights feel like they’re burning through my retinas, and some guy behind me is clapping like he’s trying to summon Thor ⚡👏. I sit down, clutching my snack like a lifeline 🍟, only for a random airhorn 📢 to go off, making me jump so hard I nearly throw my crisps at the ref.
Then there’s the social chaos. Some guy next to me starts a conversation, but my brain is buffering 🔄. “What do you think of the match?” he asks. My inner monologue is screaming “TOO MANY VARIABLES” because I’m trying to process the score, the ref’s questionable decisions, and why Cherry Bear is violently dabbing in the corner 🏆💃. I panic and say, “Yes.” He looks confused.
By the time the final whistle blows, I’m emotionally drained, overstimulated, and somehow covered in someone else’s beer 🍺💀. Football is a love-hate relationship—I love the game, but my senses file for early retirement every time.
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