I am so proud of my grandson who has achieved a scholarship in the States in Kansas. His scholarship is with FC Witchita, just outside of Kansas City.
http://www.fcwichita.com/team/liverpool-academy/He is now 6 foot three tall and he makes my neck ache just trying to talk to him!
It was only a few years ago when he was at the height of my shoulder that I took him to his first Anfield match experience where his
hero Steven Gerrard scored a cracking goal against Everton, he didn't care it was draw at the end of the match!
Was it that long ago?
He loved and remembered everything about the journey to the match.
He loved the match itself, with a quiet grin when a fellow supporter to my left kicked the crap out of the seat in front of him (the fella in front was on his feet) due to the stress of the match when Gerrard scored a cracker ~ with abject apologies to the poor auld fella who now thenceforth had to sit on a metal bar for the rest of the match!
Christmas!
footy is passionate isn't it?
The journey back home was just as wonderful for us both of us from getting on the soccer bus to Lime Street Station and then onto the train on the first leg back home and changing for another train which broke down at York ~ so we transferred to a National Express coach which took us to Thirsk. Then another coach back home to ironically the railway station!
It was 1:08 am when we got back home from that match (15:00 kick off) and all the banter on that night getting back home, just brilliant - plus a slightly expensive taxi ride home in the middle of the night!
Sipping a Gregg's Latte with my missus and the two young grand daughters sheltering from the rain munching on Christmas chocolately cookies with us today - tall grandson, back from the States until January 6th, turns up with his mate and we get chatting - I asked him if he remembered our journey.
He said he will never forget that day ~ he even enjoyed the butties!
Was it really that long ago?
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