“Tick tock, tick tock, tick tock...” That is all he heard, that was all that went through his mind as he sat waiting.
For such an active man this waiting was agony, by nature he had always had an active life. He was so full of life, something that would often resemble Tigger from Winnie the Pooh.
But here he sat in the Doctors waiting room, worrying about the news he was dreading. He had already convinced himself that it was bad, already resigned himself to the fact this fabulous journey of his was about to be over. He felt like this was his judgement day, he had been far too lucky in not only his career; but also his life.
At nearly 50 years old his footballing career should have been over by the age of 35, 37 at the latest. But he of course had been overly lucky, one of the greats they say; but right now he felt anything but great. He felt old, and past it. Worried that his playing days would be over, but also worried that he would never find anything else to fill his time.
His mind was racing, had been since he walked into the waiting room. Everything in his life came to this moment, to this time; it was make or break...
“Mr. Matthews?” The Doctor called, not really looking up; but clearly aware of whose notes he had in front of him. Sighing deeply,
got up slowly; trying to not show signs of age and headed into the Doctors room. Stanley
“Tick tock, tick tock, tick tock...”