On the whole I haven't been feeling too bad recently, that was until I heard the football results yesterday evening. West Bromwich Albion won their first match of the season and that set me off for an evening of sobbing. There were tears for my darling Tall who would have been so happy with the result. There were tears that I will never go to a match with him again. There were tears that our Boxing Day ritual of going to the football if it was a home match is gone forever. A few seconds of "news" and my world collapsed.
It's the silly little things that get me.
I have to be honest, I haven't a clue what our beloved football club have been up to over the summer, I don't know who we have sold, who we have bought, who has come or who has gone. They are my club, the club that I fell in love with as they were beaten by Spurs. But more importantly it is Tall's club, and just thinking about it makes me cry and so I have shut it away in a cupboard to be dealt with at some other time.
I'm sorry Tall.
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