Don’t apologise mate it was a great and heartfelt read. Never knew about your son, I’m not a religious man but god bless you for the way you’ve carried yourself after such a tragedy. Whereas your relationship with your Mum is non existent, I’m the complete opposite, very close with my Mum yet my Dad knows never to contact me otherwise he’s getting sparked. Ironically enough, I’ve been down the hospital most of the day with my Mum, she had hip replacement surgery (procedure seemed to go perfectly), she’s in good spirits and even though the pain will kick-in soon (despite painkillers) she’s just happy knowing her arthritis will hopefully no longer restrain her once the next six weeks of recovery is out the way. Me and my mate are visiting her early tomorrow before we head to the pub and then WHL as he’s got one of the latest iPads loaded with bt sport for her to watch the final on in 4K (I consider myself a massive yid, she makes me look like a plastic). Hope the boys get her a victory, although I just pray she don’t celebrate too much if we do win otherwise she might need another hip
It hasn't been so far that's for sure, Liverpool have coped brilliantly, I just wonder or maybe I just hope.
Thanks Pal, fine words from a man who makes Virgil Tracy look positive when watching his own team in action (showing my age here).
I think the massive gap between our last fixture and this epic game, has allowed me to get really chilled out about tomorrow, no doubt come kick off time tomorrow I will be a gibbering wreck, but right now and I am happy savouring the thought of us playing in the Champions league final. It still seems slightly surreal typing that but here we are and playing a team that we know well and who we often struggle to beat, but its a one off match, we have been dead and buried so many times in this years competition that who knows what going to happen tomorrow. Obviously I want us to win, but I hope that it's a good match and that neither we or the pool fans are bemoaning a ridiculous VAR decision that decides the game and that I don't end up with my fist through the TV screen where Peter Waltons face had been 5 seconds earlier. As my good friend said we should try to enjoy the occasion, if its anything like the City or Ajax matches then that will be difficult, but not impossible. Wherever are you watching have a great time C O Y S
Me and Mrs B in tears in the pub. I know where you're coming from. When my depression hit at 13 years of age or so, THFC and Punk was what made sense to me and has done through the years. Like you, I have 2 daughters and Mrs B, who mean the world to me. However, this club runs through my veins. I love it like it was my child or brother. Let's do this. COYS!
23:00 here and it’s 29 degrees!!! Scousers everywhere, we’re way outnumbered at the moment. Wherever you're all Watching, enjoy and COYS
Best wishes to you and yours,young sir. My life revolved around my 4 mates and the Spurs for many years. Two have passed now,one in a chair and me in Lexington.I had a nice mum but an arsehole as a stepdad who liked to smack me too. I spent a lot of my younger years in the parks,Ally Pally or riding buses all over,just to get away from the house,I suppose. When I was 10,me and mum were invited to my Aunt's Christmas dinner. He didn't want to go,naturally.So mum bought me a new pair of gabadine trousers.I was so pleased,I put them on and the man,seeing me in them says "look at him showing off!' I felt terrible,I suppose I was.I didn't usually have anything new,usually hand me downs from strangers!!! Never knew my real dad and I never found out that my step dad wasn't my dad until getting ready to leave the country many years later...….so we have a little in common,maybe,RCL.