Going until I’m carried out of me house in a wooden box! 52 years and counting, through the trials, tribulations and celebrations, as well as me dad took me from being 5, whether we won lost or drew, from the ballet on ice, to Gillingham to 93.20. Far be it from me to criticise anyone that supports our City, price increases, travel costs, lack of atmosphere, etc, etc, the list does go on, each and everyone is entitled to their opinion. But quite honestly, after the 93.20 moment I can say I was done with football and could lay my city head to rest, with a massive smile on my face. My daughter aged 12 at the time convinced me not too and I am so glad I didn’t, and seeing the football we have played for the past 8 years since on and off quite simply the last two and a half or so the best ever, how can I not still turn up and love and hate them all in the space of 90 minutes. Given the past two seasons performances I’d forgotten what it felt like to lose and draw games we we’re expected to win, like yesterday. But that’s our city and as much as I’m pissed off at yesterday’s result and some of the performances I’m still renewing....CTID, going till I die!
