The bad news first...
Well, bad news for me at least...
As the wife and I were talking last night, she mentioned how pleased she was that she'd been able to find a new outfit for the wedding of a couple of our friends in two weeks time. Hmm, thinks I, remembering said event, that'll be on a Saturday then. I'd forgotten about this wedding, or at least, always considered it to be some way in the distance. These things kind of sneek up on you.
More perturbed than a young Col U fan at a family barn dance, I run upstairs to check the fixture list. I have never climbed so many stairs so rapidly.
And then my deepest fears are realised. The Shrimpers will be taking the first kick in their relegation battle against Luton just as the vicar of Friern Manor calls his congregation to order. I can't believe I'm going to miss such an important game in Southend's history.
Our final home match and potentially our most crucial of the season, gutted doesn't even come close. The ensuing debate with Mrs Hank about it being "just a football match" does little to raise my spirits.
:mad:
So now the good news...
Through careful planning of holidays and the usual methods adopted by all of you to allow you your bi-weekly worship at Roots Hall, the home of football, I have managed to attend all but just two games at Roots Hall in the last God knows how many years. The two games I missed were due to circumstances beyond my control.
Those two games? They are ones which people still talk about and will continue to talk about for years to come. The first was a certain 4-2 victory over Swansea that saw young Mr Eastwood arrive in style with a goal in under 8 seconds and a debut hat-trick. The second was a certain 1-0 victory over Manchester United that, well, you know the story.
Words cannot express my disappointment at not being at the Luton game, especially after missing those two corkers. However, I can almost guarantee us a notable victory that you will all talk about for years to come.
LUTON!! are, quite frankly, going to get spanked!
:p
Well, bad news for me at least...
As the wife and I were talking last night, she mentioned how pleased she was that she'd been able to find a new outfit for the wedding of a couple of our friends in two weeks time. Hmm, thinks I, remembering said event, that'll be on a Saturday then. I'd forgotten about this wedding, or at least, always considered it to be some way in the distance. These things kind of sneek up on you.
More perturbed than a young Col U fan at a family barn dance, I run upstairs to check the fixture list. I have never climbed so many stairs so rapidly.
And then my deepest fears are realised. The Shrimpers will be taking the first kick in their relegation battle against Luton just as the vicar of Friern Manor calls his congregation to order. I can't believe I'm going to miss such an important game in Southend's history.
Our final home match and potentially our most crucial of the season, gutted doesn't even come close. The ensuing debate with Mrs Hank about it being "just a football match" does little to raise my spirits.
:mad:
So now the good news...
Through careful planning of holidays and the usual methods adopted by all of you to allow you your bi-weekly worship at Roots Hall, the home of football, I have managed to attend all but just two games at Roots Hall in the last God knows how many years. The two games I missed were due to circumstances beyond my control.
Those two games? They are ones which people still talk about and will continue to talk about for years to come. The first was a certain 4-2 victory over Swansea that saw young Mr Eastwood arrive in style with a goal in under 8 seconds and a debut hat-trick. The second was a certain 1-0 victory over Manchester United that, well, you know the story.
Words cannot express my disappointment at not being at the Luton game, especially after missing those two corkers. However, I can almost guarantee us a notable victory that you will all talk about for years to come.
LUTON!! are, quite frankly, going to get spanked!
:p
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