Lovely story that Vic. Nothing to match that, but me and a mate used to coach an under 12 team in the States. I loved it, great laugh. Me mate was quite a handy player. He was on Torquay's books when he was a kid, and would have went further but smashed his ankle really badly and was never the same. But anyway, years later, them kids never forgot us. Seen a few of them round town, young men by then, grown up, kids of their own some of them. They'd all stop and chat, mostly Latin kids, but they were all dead nice, polite, respectful... "Hi Coach." It used to make me laugh, but it was oh well you know.... nice to be nice.
Just watched the Cup Final. Sorry John, it wouldn't have got me going. Done me head in... plassie flags, football family, Lineacre and Wills, pissed me right off. I turned it off, listened to music till the game started. And that would have got me going the alehouse if I could drink. I just can't listen to them commentators, pundits, pricks. And if we end up with that Benteke and Walcott, I think that will be about it for me. I'll probably always go the odd match here and there just to see aul mates. But modern day footy... 4 days of shock horror on the telly, STOP THE PRESS, SEPTIC BLADDER'S A ROBBER!
Right now, behind closed doors and our backs the NHS is being sold... not a word. I best shut up. I feel a rant coming on.