Lesley and Lilian came at separate times towards the end of the "match" and thought it was "tender" that Dad had his friends come to watch with him, I made them breakfast. Well, "kickoff" was 8 o'clock in the morning.
Alan has always played football(soccer)and at 15 was the captain of his school team. When we came to Utah he played every Saturday with various teams locally.(not all at the same time!)In his mind he is still playing. A definite case of "the Spirit is willing but the flesh is weak."
Back in 1987 we went on a trip to England and visited "WEMBLEY STADIUM" which is "sacred" ground to football lovers. We took a tour of the grounds and the guide turned on the "sound" of the crowd's roar as we emerged from the "tunnel". (brought tears to our eyes). And at the end we took the walk and climbed the stairs to receive "THE CUP" (a replica of course) As the crowd roared (again) Alan kissed the CUP and held it up for the fans to see. Every English schoolboy's dream. It was a pilgrimage.
4 comments:
Cool post! I have been in love with football since I was a kid. I missed the FA cup, but did get to watch the Champions League Final this week. Your story of visiting Wembley reminds me of a trip that Heidi and I took to Rio De Janeiro last year. The very first thing we did was attend a match in the world famous Maracana stadium. It was probably one of the most exciting, passionate, and energy filled sporting event that I have ever attended!!!
That is so fun that Dad had his friends over. What a great tradition. I'd never heard the story of you visiting Wembley Stadium before. I've always loved the picture of Dad with his team. Look at the muscles on his legs!
It was very cute that dad has his buddies over to watch the game with him. And very nice of you mom to fix them all breakfast. And even better that I also benefited from that particular breakfast!
I hadn't heard that story about you visting Wembly before.
Can you introduce me to dad's friend in the yellow?
Fun post!
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