Descriptive Essay: Rio Tinto Stadium

My first time attending a professional soccer game was an exhilarating, passionate, and emotional experience; it was life-changing. The blissful euphoria I felt after attending my first match confirmed just that. When daydreaming, it is usually this nostalgic, vivid event that replays through my mind. Having the luxury of being already infatuated with the sport of soccer made it easier to immerse myself into the experience I was about to absorb. The sight of the glorious Rio Tinto stadium, the feeling under my feet of the well-manicured pitch, and the loud energy of the staunch, raucous crowd made this a place I will never forget.
The panoramic view of the Rio Tinto stadium is enhanced by the terrain of the immense, frost-tipped Wasatch mountain …show more content…
Before the match could even begin, the vociferous home team crowd was bellowing their ritualistic chants. The pounding drums coming from “The Loyalists”, which are the fans who ceremonially and faithfully sit behind the southern goal, seemed to be in perfect unison with the beat of my heart. The rowdy and rambunctious crowd epitomized fan allegiance. With the words being displayed across the screen, I naturally felt compelled to join in the melodic team fight song. The sudden, earsplitting sound of the cannon firing off started the game of champions. With every attack from the home team the crowd would roar louder, seemingly giving the club's players confidence after each attempt. The supporters of the visiting side feebly attempted to challenge the thunderous home crowd with their own faint songs that were quickly hushed by the overbearing native fans. Hearing yourself think was nearly as impossible as hearing the announcer. Forgetting I was essentially a visitor also, I found myself jumping up and accompanying the jeering of the away team whenever they made advances. The sensational match was looking as if it may end with a draw. Then, the home team ambushed the fatigued defense with a well-executed offensive attack that scored the clinching goal for the win in the final deciding minutes. The stadium erupted into madness as the outburst of the blaring horns and shrill whistles pierced my ears. The endless barrage of competing noises left me pleasantly dumbfounded as to where my attention should lie. I was ultimately lulled into the rhythmic flow of the stadium’s apparent symphony of