Posting this hungover after a great day. Didn’t get to the game. Had to watch on Sky, and being honest was nervous about the whole day.
I really hadn’t realised just what effect the last 3 years had had on me. I would say I thought that at 57 football does not affect me that much any more. I’m cynical and time worn. But yesterday. Wow. Just wow.
I thought Sky, being fair, gave the ground/us a great intro. Not the talking heads nonsense. But Gary Weaver talking about the Blues with something akin to respect ,was very unexpectedly nice. Talking about the new stadium being the 4th Grace on the banks of the Mersey was a bit of class.
Z cars was spine tingling, and then the cutaway to the Grand Old Lady in the distance and everything she will always mean to us. I truly believe she kept us up, and in existence ,in those awful, tough years. Tears. Unashamed tears.
Stadium looks mind blowing. The sun was shining and although the result could of gone any of the 3 ways I felt optimism and, yes, pride, for the first time in so long.
Game over. Sun was shining. Got out a very nice bottle of Red and just sat in the sun and was happy.
One of the sad things for me is that my children, who had no choice in supporting the Blues, has yet to see them as I see them. My son didnt recognise Peter Reid, and why should he.
We have a future. I really believe it will be a bright future.
On a personal note I can still cry at beauty and that makes me happy. Maybe I am not as time worn and cynical as I thought I was.
Enjoy Blues.