Yesterday League two saw my former partner's home town team pitted against my home town team.
We took the lead.
They equalised.
We lost to an own goal in the last minute.
For those of us still immature enough (ie 43 tomorrow) to feel that football mirrors life, my one birthday card from all three children (why waste money on more than one) begins to seem a touch ironic!

Luckily I know that football doesn't mirror life.
I'm a very lucky man because I've got sixpence.
And now I'm going downstairs because I've just rescued from the garage the song which I danced on tables to during a live performance from the great man back in 1983 when I was (ahem) 20.
"Who's a lucky birthday boy everybody's gonna sing..."













26/11/06 @ 21:53