As soon as the knights came out, we let out the biggest of cheers. I even stood up and cheered. I could feel my voice started to go from all this cheering. I didn't mind in the slightest, it was all in the name of fun, and we were having bundles of it. The knights were all in there respective places in front of their loyal supports. Oh boy were we loyal, we were even heckling all the rival knights, the only one that matters was the blue knight. Go blue knight. The king was saying some crap, and his ass licking assistant guy was doing all the main speaking. The games had commenced. They started with riding the horse around, then charging at a target and striking the bulls eye with a spear. Then they all came out and charged towards a hoop to catch it on the end of their joust. The only knight to miss was the red night. Unlucky mate, you fool. Of course the blue knight made it look the best, when he succeed, we stood and gave an almighty cheer. The kings bum licker said some more, and called two knights out one at a time. Here it was, the moment I had been waiting for. The duel. The rival knights trotted around the arena. When they got to us we booed them and shouted insults. Then they took their places. They stared into each others eyes then charged. Crash! Bang! Wollop! One of the knights went down. Victory to the one still on his horse. When I went to the toilet earlier I had missed an integral part of the story, yeah right. The kings son had been kidnapped by the rival kingdoms army. The winner of the jousting tournament would be fighting to help free the prince. The blue knight had his turn. He came out with such grace and form, there was no way that he could every lose. He won of course, took his opponent down in the swiftest of blows, right into the shoulder. We cheered so long and so hard, just to make all the other supports fear for their knight. We weren't the only people in our area cheering and jeering, we managed to get the people seated in front of us to join in. The knights were dropping like birds diving to catch fish. All that mattered to us was that the blue knight was still in it. The second round was upon us. No blue knight yet, so boo's all round. The duels had gotten more intense, rather than the knight just falling and being out, they continued to battle on the floor. It went from a short and sweet single hitter, to a fall out sword fight. The blue knight was phenomenal, he swooped in and went right for the kill, his opponent blocked it. Boo, then he hit back, the blue knight was downed. Oh no, stab. He's gone. Our blue knight, down and out. We were banging our cups and shouting abuse at everybody. In the spirit of things, not generally being rude. How could such a great knight be beaten. The MC even commended us on how well we were cheering, all this and our knight didn't win. I was outraged. I didn't want to watch any more. I got so into cheering the blue knight that I gave up on the rest. It felt like watching Arsenal lose. All that came out of my tired and scratchy throat were Boo's and jeers, I was not pleased. Of course the prince was saved, he fought a great fight but I wasn't into it any more.