Hello to the bittersI am *loving* all the bitterness from certain people at our maginificent acheivement. It's the ones that grew up bitter and twisted watching our success. You...
Oh the memories....
In 1977 , myself , a 6 year old foolhardy young Manc, having lived in a foreign country for the past two years, didn't know that much about football. Being away from England, no TV and only the BBC World Service to listen too, I took to other interests like catching Lizards, throwing stones at pbutting jugganughts and basically going on a Safari or beach BBQ every other weekend. My dad, working with Italian's, Yugoslavs and Russian's (which was strange in the late 70's as they never let the f***ers out of the country unless they were KGB!) , managed to get four tickets from a work colleague for the European Cup final in Rome. My dad, a Bolton fan, said to me " if you support Liverpool for the rest of your life, I'll take you to Rome to see them play in the European Cup Final". I probably replied with something like "what's football dad?" but I agreed, shook on it and there I was, standing in awe at the mbutt of red and white. The noise, the pbuttion and the pride! I will never forget it and I never looked back!
My mum will never forgive my dad for that, she's a UTD fan!
I will be so envious of those travelling to Istanbul , Dopeman, make sure you take a Camera and have a stormer!
Kev.H PS I'm sure you still owe me a pint from the NG meet a few years ago ;-)
