Sorry to hear of your loss fbloke.
My dad took me to maine road years ago, and had a season ticket, and travelled over on the Blackpool coach with my mum, until a few years ago when the walk from the coach park to the Colin Bell caused him to be too out of breath and ill, and the walk back to the coach made him physically sick.
He took medical advice, and consequently was found to have a form of cancer. As an ex navy man, who had never had any illness or operation in his life he dealt with this in a dignified and brave way. He gave up his season ticket, as did my mum, as they dealt with this obstacle.
To cut a very long story short, he has made a recovery from his illness, and as a treat i took him to the notts county game in the cup which involved a walk right the way around the ground as we had been moved due to the away ticket allocation, and ended up in the top tier of the west stand. I was concerned , to say the least about the old boy doing the trek.
Not being funny, but, fuck me he left me standing on the spirals and left me out of breath!!!!!!!
He couldnt make it to wembley, but lived and breathed every minute of it, and will be cheering us on in the final.
I was at the snooker yesterday, on tv, on the front row, and wore my city polo with pride....My dad watched and texted me today to say how good it felt.
Thanks for taking me to my first game in 77 dad, and look for ward to a pint when that daft banner comes down at the piggery.
Sorry to go on, but this thread has made me shed a tear, in a very, very sad, but optimistic way.
Oh, and we managed a "mini" poznan at that cup game.
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