Thanks for those lovely words and additional stories. Welling up again over your love of the boro.Sorry about that mate.
Funny thing is, I was so used to saying goodbye to all and sundry that I was almost immune to the pain and sadness.
What hurt more than anything was the fact that he had taken me to so many games home and away to watch his beloved Boro
which quickly became the thing that I loved more than anything else on this planet just to take it all away from me.
He used to come to my school to tell them that my Nan was unwell and that he has come to pick me up.
As we were heading to the school gates I would ask what's going on ? He would say shhh son, We're going to Blackburn.
It must have been a strange sight for the headmaster to witness a kid jumping up and down in sheer delight at the
response of a kid whose just been given some disturbing news about their Nan.
My heart was aching whilst awaiting for newspaper cuttings to arrive from my grandparents to find our results, such was the
lack of interest in English football here in Oz at that time.
The thought of never seeing the Boro again hurt so much more than being on the back of a ship waving goodbye to the
flock of loved ones that we were leaving behind.
I'm sorry to read that you may have a broken relationship with your Dad.
It's never too late to at least try to mend the relationship until it is too late and one is actually now in the ground.
No matter what the outcome, you can rest, assured, that you at least tried.
To quote my father in law.
When you get old like me and look back through your life, you find that you never regret the things that you did
but you will always regret the things that you didn't do.
Stay safe to all.
Love from Oz.
What a top Dad (in some ways!)
I too, was taken to the game at the age of 7 and somehow the love just grew and grew....my dad worked for ici on shifts so occasionally we’d miss a game when we was 2-10 and one memory was when I was 8 I think, we played Norwich at home and beat them 1-0 to go top of the league !!! I was utterly buzzing and couldn’t wait for dad to get home from work to tell him...amazing memories walking to(running ) to the paper shop for a sports special gazette. Walking home reading the match report!
Sadly, I learnt something about my dad that changed my life in my mid 20’s and thing’s never been the same again and I don’t think they can be hence hearing your story tapped into my pain (which on a day to day level doesn’t really impact me anymore at over 50) but the sadness is for not having a dad I can look at and truly say, you’re a fantastic person and although I have lots of friends I think you’re fabulous.
I don’t have that and never will. Your story is different from mine but I related to your anguish