Last Saturday, i got in late from watching my local team play football. Around 2.00 am , having taken my dog for a walk, i finally hit the sack and almost missed the flight to London City airport.
On the flight, i thought i might be able to get 90 mins kip, except a couple of "Waschweibe" ( washhouse women) constantly crapped on about anyold garbage. Fortunately i was able to shut their noise out listening to all kinds of great music from Bobby D, to Bruce to the foo fighters and the Doves etc.
Finally, after some time hanging around at Baker st, i found myself winding my way down to the station at Marylebone. One stop away from heavon or hell. Seven drunken jerks wearing red colours chose to join me on my one stop to heaven.
I stood up to move further down the train, replied "City will win", when one of the jerks confronted me about the game and moved on.
i met up with the rest of my family and their entourage by the Stella beer sales near block h.
Some in a state of panic because this was the biggest day for many, many years.
My older brother , ever the psuedo poet amongst us all and one used to waxing lyrical, "Quaffed deeply" from the atmosphere of the moment. The Carpe Diem syndrome, the seize the day mentality. which basically meant that he'd been there for a while slowly getting drunk on Stella !
He declared. "Today will see a major change in Football. Power changes hands to us, City . Gods chosen team"
I agreed, but told him to slow down on the stella it was still only three o'clock.
anyway, here's my point, i've read most of the threads created sunce snd during the power wateshed game and they seem to be dancing around what me and our kid think has happened.
There will now be a "Change of the guard".
About time too!
After witnessing this city team, still with imperfections come together after 90 great minutes. Watching the tears well up in the eyes of grown men, ( including ex players like Gary Owen, who i hugged like he was my long lost son).
Seeing them break out after the match with childlike exuberance, dance and cavort with the fans almost for 20 minutes.
it dawned on me that the change is now own.
Even petty outbursts like the "Scholes Can Can " manoeveres, or Wio's slapping. Well they highlight that the change is taking place before my very eyes.
so in true city fan style and revelling in the moment, a Nick Hornby moment, walking back down Wembley way, some jerk of a copper caught my eye as i was grinning like a cheshire cat. i knew he was a red fan, he made some sarcy comment and rather than telling himto f*ck off, even though i was outnumberd by police. i just gave him a 'Nick'.
"Track 4, side 2, can't buy a thrill", i said . Eh ? was the daft buggers reply. i repeated it. The copper looked nonplussed.
So with a pretend cockney accent i said "Change of the guard , me ol son, Change of the guard, my ol china. You reds are finished at the top. We're taking over".
the copper wasn't amused.
i was .
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