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He, with only sweetness in his eyes.
She, excited and anxious about the match.
A Freddie fan through and through.
Face Painted, the message on the back of her shirt,
Read “We Love You Freddie, in Swedish.
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At 5am they’d set out, father and daughter,
to share a wonderful experience of joy,
and happiness, hers from what happened,
his, purely from hers.
They shared a Coke, held hands and sang
“Abide With Me” together, I felt his feelings,
only a father of a daughter could.
That’s as good as it gets, I thought.
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After a tense hour passed, the first goal went in.
Jubilation, just as you’d expect, it was great.
But ten minutes later, another goal. This time it was him!
Fredddie scored – and she exploded like a rocket.
She went wild! My own celebration distracted
because her Dad wasn’t there. Where could he be?
She didn’t seem bothered, but I was. Then through
the bouncing crowd I saw a man fighting to find his child.
He clambered over three rows of seats, and embraced his
daughterwith his arms outstreched, and cuddled her tightly
they span, and he didn’t let her go.