A true story about the Football Gods

[TheFlashingBlade]

After the game today I went to see my Dad . . . in the cemetery seeing as he died in 2014.

Now I should explain that my Dad was from Leeds and was a Leeds United fan. However he lived in Sheffield for 56 years and was one of Sheffield United’s doctors (he’d have been the one passing judgement on Billy and Bash’s scans this week if we were in the 70s, 80s or 90s). He had, for want of a better phrase, split loyalties.

He had two kids - my brother who chose badly and went to the Dirty side, and me who remained virtuous and followed the True Path.

So, I got out the car to visit his grave with the score at 1-0 to Leeds. When I got graveside I said to him, “Now Dad, the time has come to choose - you must to pick your favourite child, the beatific Bladey one or the diabolical Dirty one. Speak with the Football Gods and if you choose me make Wigan score two, and if you choose him let Leeds hold on.”

And lo, he chose. And he did choose wisely.

And lo, the Football Gods worked their divine magic and the King of Leon did smite the Dirty unbelievers.

And the Wild Children of Knill did rejoice the victory of the Wiganites.

True story.

Thanks Dad.

Your favourite Son

 

[Trafford]

Hi TheFlashingBlade Funnily enough the old chap who sits next to me mentioned my dad today and we’ve not talked about him since he died over 10 years ago. Add it to the tribute at half time and it was quite a poignant day. For the record he asked whether dad saw us get back into the Premiership and I was able to tell him that we were in the Premiership when he passed - but only until the end of that season

 

[Kenilworth]

You're Dad's had a reyt word wi em, TheFlashingBlade

 

[BaldyBlade]

Has anybody every considered the fact that Wilder may be the footballing god and thats why our fortunes have changed

 

[The Footballing Gods]

Has anybody every considered the fact that Wilder may be the footballing god and thats why our fortunes have changed

 

[TheFlashingBlade]

Thanks Dad, you played a blinder.

That Bamfordgate thing was a stroke of bloody genius.

Love you and miss you.
(I’d swap promotion to have you back for one day though)