If you had told me last July that I would witness two promotions (including a Championship winning 102 points), a play off win on my birthday (I know I bang on about that but I once saw TATTPIB lose at home 3-1 to the sheep on 5 May so I’m sensitive to it), be accepted by and meet some of the bestest people ever to occupy a football ground (and bar), talked to players, managers, owners (and the kit man), had my blog in the programme (regular like) AND over-used brackets on a weekly basis (sorry, couldn’t resist) I would have laughed at you and suggested you pop home and sober up. And I would have been wrong and your crystal ball would have been the highest performing crystal ball ever.
The football success has been unpredictable and a delight. But the constant, whether the results were good or bad and regardless of the quality on the pitch, has been those people at St Albans City FC who have adopted me, humoured me and made me feel as welcome as a welcome thing on a very welcome day singing I feel bloody welcome who have really made the difference and made moving out of London a better proposition than it could ever have been. So in true Oscar styley and let’s face it you could all imagine me on a red carpet in a frock….oh ok a football shirt…THANK YOU:
andalotofpeoplewhoIsayHellotoandwhosenamesshamefullyIdonotknow (As Mr Shakespeare “might say I will sue to know you better” next season but not in a King Lear kind of a way. That would be messy and tragic).
It’s been a blast.