Perspective.
Posted: Sat Feb 17, 2024 6:40 pm
Yes it was absolutely bloody woeful.
That said I stood in light rain with my £1.20 cup of tea from the butty bar. I exchanged notes with jdrobbo about Marathon running and the political football teaching is. I also listened to Claret Tony’s passion for Willie Irvine and sadness over the laters health issues. On the ground I nodded at strangers, thought a lot, as I do every game, about my grown up sons who live far away. I wish they were still able to attend with me. I looked at the pitch and marvelled at its pristine condition. I flinched at the aggression from the guy behind towards the Arsenal players and match officials. I cringed at the half time entertainment and wondered how it fared compared to “Pie and Chips.” I watched as people came together and collectively shared their frustrations. But still came together. I celebrated at reaching Ridge Avenue, post match, in not quite record time, but still very respectable. I thought about my Mum who would have been 85 today and her premature passing 20 years ago. And far more things and thoughts happened in the 3 hours I was outside the Turf or on it. And many of these things would be common to others, most of them strangers, except we share a common passion.
Yes, it was bloody woeful but I still wouldn’t trade it. Never, ever, ever.
That said I stood in light rain with my £1.20 cup of tea from the butty bar. I exchanged notes with jdrobbo about Marathon running and the political football teaching is. I also listened to Claret Tony’s passion for Willie Irvine and sadness over the laters health issues. On the ground I nodded at strangers, thought a lot, as I do every game, about my grown up sons who live far away. I wish they were still able to attend with me. I looked at the pitch and marvelled at its pristine condition. I flinched at the aggression from the guy behind towards the Arsenal players and match officials. I cringed at the half time entertainment and wondered how it fared compared to “Pie and Chips.” I watched as people came together and collectively shared their frustrations. But still came together. I celebrated at reaching Ridge Avenue, post match, in not quite record time, but still very respectable. I thought about my Mum who would have been 85 today and her premature passing 20 years ago. And far more things and thoughts happened in the 3 hours I was outside the Turf or on it. And many of these things would be common to others, most of them strangers, except we share a common passion.
Yes, it was bloody woeful but I still wouldn’t trade it. Never, ever, ever.