After the fighting was over, the lights came on and it was time to leave. On our way to the station we took a detour via the Toronto FC stadium. They had a game, it was only a few minutes into the second half. We could see the score, it was 2-0 to Toronto FC, they play in the MLS, the major league soccer league, the US equivalent to the Barclays premier league. The stadium wasn't that full and as it was the second half we tried to get in. the security and stewards wouldn't let us in. we stood outside with a clear view of the big screen. We couldn't see the game live but we could watch it on the screen and here all the chants as if we were inside the stadium. The stadium looks like it has just been put together temporarily, almost like a giant piece of scaffolding that sways and creaks when the fans jump around. We left after about the eightieth minute to avoid the rush. Somehow we nearly got into a fight at the station waiting for the train. Some guy walked right to the end of the platform, took a piss and as he was walking back started staring at us then shouted something. Of course in our drunken states we shouted back and he looked as though he was about to flip then walked off. He was acting like his team had just lost, they hadn't, they had just won 2-0. What an arsehole. The train took us to the station by the bus stop that took us back to Markham. I was happy, I had a good night to celebrate my last night in Toronto. Thank you boys.