GreasyChipBeattie
Well-Known Member
But there are positives too.
Painful football memories aside, here's a smattering of the negatives:
The old testosterone diminishing to levels that rob you of the stud-like features you used to (think) you had.
Muscle mass feeling it's done its job and has deciding on early retirement.
Baldness and greyness in unwanted areas. Excess hair growth and greyness in unwanted areas.
Looking crap on the beach.
Though desperately trying to avoid it, succumbing to 'miserable owd git syndrome' though sometimes peppered with the odd moments of childish stoopidity that sadly is no longer welcomed in the same way it used to be by some family members.
And so, onto some of my personal positives:
More people seem to value my age-earned opinion on matters that I ever thought would.
I can generally resist the temptation to vandalise other club's property nowadays.
The reduction in male hormones has blessed me with the ability to smile and move on, content with my own ego levels, rather then be angry and resentful if not determined to get my own back.
I don't seem to need as much muscle mass as I thought I would.
I don't care that I look crap on the beach.
I seem to have developed the useful ability to sometimes convince myself that I don't care that I look crap on the beach.
Interestingly, to me at least, a relatively high proportion of those 'smile and say nowt' moments tend to happen when reading posts on this board.
One of those happened the other day, after what was, and then wasn't the best transfer window in recent years in a matter of hours.
It showed me why I'm happy in my older age to be able to appreciate not being as 'excitable' as I once was!
Actually, the smile on that occasion did turn into a little laugh (as yet, thankfully, unaccompanied by any wee wee) at a post mentioning a certain Ched Evans.
The general consensus was that the 'Messiah's' second coming (relax, I'm not disclosing any previously unheard details from the case) wasn't the success that most of us had hoped it would be.
It was deemed decent business to let Fleetwood take their turn at dealing with the now levelled-out animosity towards him, with our good wishes including such comments as, 'F*ck him, waste of money, hypocrite and glad he's gone' This was balanced, of course, with plenty of benevolent responses, including one that made me raise my increasingly-wiry eyebrows.
Something along the lines of, "We shouldn't have let him go. He wasn't very good, but at least he was a body"
which kind of summed up the beautifully varied responses that gives this forum such an eclectic feel.
The variety of opinions never ceases to amaze me, particularly when 2 people see games from an entirely opposite view point. What saddens me, is the seeming need of some to get into a 'head-butting' contest. What frustrates me in seeing 'of' for 'have' and 'there' for 'their' etc (another 'old git' trait I've developed!) What I love is when we come together as a family to sympathise, support and encourage at levels I never thought possible, and I speak from a personal experience for which I will always be grateful to countless good people on here.
So, young guns (although the vast majority will have stopped reading several paragraphs ago) enjoy your youth and use it wisely, and to those older 'uns who did make it to the end, celebrate and savour your much-appreciated wisdom and love of your family and try not to dwell on what once was, but what is still to come, both on a personal and a 'love-of-all-things-United' level.
One thing is for sure. Being a Blade old or young is something very, very special.
Come on you red and white wizaaaaaaaaaards!!
Painful football memories aside, here's a smattering of the negatives:
The old testosterone diminishing to levels that rob you of the stud-like features you used to (think) you had.
Muscle mass feeling it's done its job and has deciding on early retirement.
Baldness and greyness in unwanted areas. Excess hair growth and greyness in unwanted areas.
Looking crap on the beach.
Though desperately trying to avoid it, succumbing to 'miserable owd git syndrome' though sometimes peppered with the odd moments of childish stoopidity that sadly is no longer welcomed in the same way it used to be by some family members.
And so, onto some of my personal positives:
More people seem to value my age-earned opinion on matters that I ever thought would.
I can generally resist the temptation to vandalise other club's property nowadays.
The reduction in male hormones has blessed me with the ability to smile and move on, content with my own ego levels, rather then be angry and resentful if not determined to get my own back.
I don't seem to need as much muscle mass as I thought I would.
I don't care that I look crap on the beach.
I seem to have developed the useful ability to sometimes convince myself that I don't care that I look crap on the beach.
Interestingly, to me at least, a relatively high proportion of those 'smile and say nowt' moments tend to happen when reading posts on this board.
One of those happened the other day, after what was, and then wasn't the best transfer window in recent years in a matter of hours.
It showed me why I'm happy in my older age to be able to appreciate not being as 'excitable' as I once was!
Actually, the smile on that occasion did turn into a little laugh (as yet, thankfully, unaccompanied by any wee wee) at a post mentioning a certain Ched Evans.
The general consensus was that the 'Messiah's' second coming (relax, I'm not disclosing any previously unheard details from the case) wasn't the success that most of us had hoped it would be.
It was deemed decent business to let Fleetwood take their turn at dealing with the now levelled-out animosity towards him, with our good wishes including such comments as, 'F*ck him, waste of money, hypocrite and glad he's gone' This was balanced, of course, with plenty of benevolent responses, including one that made me raise my increasingly-wiry eyebrows.
Something along the lines of, "We shouldn't have let him go. He wasn't very good, but at least he was a body"
which kind of summed up the beautifully varied responses that gives this forum such an eclectic feel.
The variety of opinions never ceases to amaze me, particularly when 2 people see games from an entirely opposite view point. What saddens me, is the seeming need of some to get into a 'head-butting' contest. What frustrates me in seeing 'of' for 'have' and 'there' for 'their' etc (another 'old git' trait I've developed!) What I love is when we come together as a family to sympathise, support and encourage at levels I never thought possible, and I speak from a personal experience for which I will always be grateful to countless good people on here.
So, young guns (although the vast majority will have stopped reading several paragraphs ago) enjoy your youth and use it wisely, and to those older 'uns who did make it to the end, celebrate and savour your much-appreciated wisdom and love of your family and try not to dwell on what once was, but what is still to come, both on a personal and a 'love-of-all-things-United' level.
One thing is for sure. Being a Blade old or young is something very, very special.
Come on you red and white wizaaaaaaaaaards!!
