Yesterday I reached 66. How could this happen to me? Only one more six and it's the number of the beast.
The one useful thing I've learned during that time (including degrees from Huddersfield!) is that LIFE IS TOO SHORT. Decent, nice men and women who love and are loved get things wrong, misunderstand and misinterpret motives, say things that are wrong, get angry and fall out. One of the many things you can't do when you are dead is shake hands and say you are sorry it happened.
Scots are meant to have a little pop at the English. It's kinda compulsory. Chesterfield has to hate Mansfield and vice versa. BUT when Mansfield went out of the EFL I hated it. What's the point in rivals who can't give you rivalry? Now some Mansfield fans are cheering on our demise, but they'll soon find they miss us now we're gone!
I don't support Scotland, but I want to see Scottish football back on its own excellent feet, not surviving on some negative identity of anti-Englishness. Let's get some of those great Scottish outfield players back again and maybe one day they'll find a goalie too (they did once get one from Chesterfield - Bob Wilson!) BUT above all I do want to be able to indulge in a bit of banter with Hibee Jim and 0762 AND Shep. Rivalry, criticism, even huge differences of opinion are fine, but life's too short for good people to fall out.
This world's got Donald Trump in it. Surely that's enough division for any of us to cope with?
Never let the sun go down on an argument they say ........ but the trouble with the internet is its sun never goes down. In this strange virtual space that might be the size of a telephone box, or a parallel universe, can't we just be friends?
The one useful thing I've learned during that time (including degrees from Huddersfield!) is that LIFE IS TOO SHORT. Decent, nice men and women who love and are loved get things wrong, misunderstand and misinterpret motives, say things that are wrong, get angry and fall out. One of the many things you can't do when you are dead is shake hands and say you are sorry it happened.
Scots are meant to have a little pop at the English. It's kinda compulsory. Chesterfield has to hate Mansfield and vice versa. BUT when Mansfield went out of the EFL I hated it. What's the point in rivals who can't give you rivalry? Now some Mansfield fans are cheering on our demise, but they'll soon find they miss us now we're gone!
I don't support Scotland, but I want to see Scottish football back on its own excellent feet, not surviving on some negative identity of anti-Englishness. Let's get some of those great Scottish outfield players back again and maybe one day they'll find a goalie too (they did once get one from Chesterfield - Bob Wilson!) BUT above all I do want to be able to indulge in a bit of banter with Hibee Jim and 0762 AND Shep. Rivalry, criticism, even huge differences of opinion are fine, but life's too short for good people to fall out.
This world's got Donald Trump in it. Surely that's enough division for any of us to cope with?
Never let the sun go down on an argument they say ........ but the trouble with the internet is its sun never goes down. In this strange virtual space that might be the size of a telephone box, or a parallel universe, can't we just be friends?