Hello all. I hope everyone is well and you are. recovered from the huge football disappointment yesterday and it not coming home etc. (Unless of course you are not English, in which case you probably couldn’t care less). I also quite understand if you feel we got way past saturation point there although someone I follow on Instagram spent most of the match putting up photos of herself with captions along the lines of “Er, is this ever going to end?” and “We must have been here a million years now.” I mean, no-one is making you watch it love. Switch the telly off and read some Proust or something.
Anyhow, England lost and I am reminded again how much football can affect you. (Or me mainly). I have loved football since I was young. My grandparents were Salford born and bred and when I visited my grandad, we would go and watch Manchester United train at the local ground called the Cliff. I’ve included a few photos for you to get the general idea. I did take my brother with me and his little scallywag chum but, if truth be told they were more interested in walking on walls and seeing if they could sneak in a photo of one of them picking their noses without me spotting them and boxing their ears. Apologies for the quality of the pictures, most of them were taken by nine year olds with a very short attention span.
These photos were taken more years ago than I care to share with you but football is still very important to me. I have matured as the years have rolled by and a defeat is less likely to result in me storming out of the room crying than I was when I was 14. This is partly because I am now a grown woman with a life, a faith, a family, a small amount of savings and a waistline that just won’t stop. Also, when you have watched your team lose as many times as I have, you do develop a natural immunity – a thick skin as it were – or a scab.
For those who were disappointed by the semi-human creatures that crawled out to abuse the footballers who were doing their best for their country, (all the critics were ultra high achievers I am certain). I need you to know that football itself is indeed a beautiful game with skills to make you catch your breath sometimes, people who support each other in a total Band of Brothers kind of way and at the top level, all the brain. power of a top notch game of chess. So, if, in the light of the racist abuse, the people who tried to sneak in without tickets and the general bad behaviour that will probably lead to more Covid infections than you could shake a stick at, you wondered if football was worth all the fuss, I an only tell you that for me, it is a glorious and wonderful thing.
This blog is brought to you partly by us finding MY long lost photo album under Aged Parent’s bed. I informed her that I had been wondering where it was but she was unrepentant. I took the album home but then felt a bit guilty so HOH and I spent a couple of evenings putting together an album for her – full of family photos, old friends and pictures of her when she was young. We delivered it to her, feeling quite chuffed with ourselves and sure she would be thrilled.
Me. Did you like your photo album?
AP. Yes, lots of people in here have remarked on it.
Me. Aw, that’s nice. I thought it would be good for you to see your old friends. Did you recognise lots of people?
AP. No, not really. Did you bring any Wotsits?
Have a good week.