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Badgershrimp

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I don't often post on SZ, but this is a piece I wrote after we lost Martin 5-years ago. I hope Zone regulars don't mind me re-posting it. Miss you Martin - RIP mate, and to all the fellow Shrimpers we've lost who are still close to our hearts xxx

It’s 4:40pm some Saturday afternoon... in the future, we’re 49-miles North of Northshire and Southend United are losing 3-0.

Our fate was sealed quite early in the match. The finger of blame has long since been pointed at the Players, Manager, Chairman, Bus driver and what’s more it’s now ****ing with rain and we’ve got a 5-hour journey home!
In one final act of defiance the travelling Shrimpers burst into a chorus of “Oh Southend we love you”, because despite what has been a bloody awful 90-minutes on the terraces, we do.

In some unique way, this seems to unite our travelling band, making it all worthwhile. Of course those who see the result in Sunday’s paper won’t understand, “Waste of money” or “Why bother” they’ll say. Nevertheless, this single act of solidarity is something only the few who do it will appreciate.
I think back to the numerous times we’ve stood together, miles from home, win, lose or draw, rain, shine or snow and think of you.

You can’t be seen but I know you’re here, kicking every ball, cheering every goal, sinking a cheeky pint.
I turn back to the match, it’s 4-0 now, but it doesn’t matter, we’ll be doing it again next week and you’ll be there too.
It has been 5-years since God found something far more important for you to do, but we still love and remember you and know we will never walk alone.

Sleep tight my friend

Martin Cranmer - 26th March 1970 – 6th August 2010 xxx
 
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