So anyway, I’m not the best football fan the world ever saw but I usually know where abouts my team are in the league and this year, I think it’s fair to say, they reside near the bottom of the table.
I grew up on the same road as Sir Tom Finney, the consummate gentleman, a true hero and an all round good guy.
As some of you will know I work one day a week at Design Force Associates and I took Rachel, one of the design team, home one day to show her my new house. I know she knows about my lost obsession but I didn’t think she’d be so into participating, so much so that these pics were taken probably 7 or 8 months ago, I totally forgot about them and she had to remind me to blog them yesterday!
I wish it hadn’t just been some random sweatshirt draped over his head but some North End top, either way it reminds me of the time our local postmistress managed to get hold of one of Mike Elwiss’s shirts for my sister. To say she was in raptures is an understatement.
I have a love/hate relationship with PNE. On the one hand I had a season ticket for about 6 years from I would say 9-15 years old. And you never lose that fidelity. Twenty odd years later my ex’s team, West Ham, played us in the league. We beat them….twice…..then they utterly trashed us in the play-offs. On the other hand, their game hadn’t changed in all those years, a bit like watching England play and wishing they had the attacking balls of a South American team, the artistry, the skills, the sheer showmanship!