This is not mine, but I dream it:
A circle of larger bodies, most hardened. A murmured word of encouragement and praise. They part and allow you through. The one who murmured gives a push, the push sharper than the encouragement. You take steps, first ceremonial, then just a little hesitant.
After your hesitation, the eyes sting, particularly the one. You push through two of the circle, frantic, smelling them as you free yourself from the press. Then the blow, from behind. Was it he? But no, because here he comes, solemn but to reassure…in his way, the way which ends with you on your knees.