I am a fully paid up member of the "Manchester United Sky Armchair Supporters Club." It's not been officially recognised yet. If United ("Glory, Glory") are on the electric fish tank - I have got to watch them. They make me happy and they make me sad. To some they are a religion and to others it's 'anybody but Manchester United'.
Whilst it is great watching your favourite football teams (I have about seven who I always look for their results) on the television. It is no real substitute for watching a real live football match. I spent many a year watching Third and Fourth Division and Northwest Counties football.
Living in rural Ireland. I really miss watching a 'real live' football match - even if it is only 'one man and his dog' supporting their local team. Night matches under the floodlights always created a ambience and mesmeric atmosphere. It was also the waft of the aroma of a meat and potato pie and cup of Bovril that gave you the reason to LIVE in the depths of winter supporting your local team.
Another memorable sporting experience was when my parents used to take me to Scarborough for a weeks holiday. It was great when I was in my youth playing football on the beach, exploring the castle, visiting Anne Bronte's grave and going to see the Grumbleweeds at the Futurist theatre.
One year I went with them when I was aged 20. I decided I had enough of walking round every street, peering in cafe windows and reading menus while me dad and mum would look at eath other and say:
"Well what do you think?"
"It doesn't look very clean".
"There's nothing I could eat".
This sojourn normally went on until Wednesday morning. Then for the next two days we would be 'settled' in their fitting place of choice for some 'brekkie' and a 'nice cup of tea'.
I decided to watch the cricket instead - even it was YORKSHIRE! Wait a minute dear reader. My great grandfather came from the white rose county. So I could probably find a bit of Yorkshire blood if I needed to. I can also find Welsh, English and Irish for that matter.
Anyway. Where was I? Yes that's right. I was in Scarborough Cricket Club. Yorkshire v Worcestershire and Yorkshire v Sri Lanka! Not on the same day mind. It was a brilliant experience. There where bars and food, and they even let you take your plastic cricket bat and tennis ball on to the outfield ("don't walk on pitch") and Sir Geoffrey Boycott walked passed me (he also supports MUFC) and said to me:
Can you imagine walking onto Old Trafford (football ground) with a football under one arm and holding a pint in your other hand, and Ryan Giggs saying:
No. I can't either!
Congrats to Sir Christiano Ronaldo ("Twinkle Toes") for his 28th goal of the season!
Sunday, 19 February 2012
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