I was born into a family of Reds, one uncle had played for them, that said, I couldn't stand what they all said about the blues something told me it was stupid so I opted into becoming a life long member of the Blues family.
My sister had a son, Nick, who was brought up to be more like my brother than nephew. Nick followed me into the Blue fold. Sadly he got killed in a RTA, I was with him when he died, a moment I can never forget, such a time underpins what love is and I love him like mad but as he had died I couldn't tell him. He was buried in Blue regalia which for some strange reason made things a tad easier. I was never blessed with a son but Nick's sister was. I'm as pleased as hell that our Sean is as big a Blue as you can get and most of my lot are Blues, even my daughter worked in the VIP lounge. I had a relationship with a welsh girl, she had a son and daughter, we were together for three years in the late 70's. Some time ago the daughter contacted me just to find out how I had gone on and she confirmed her brother was a committed Blue, that made me feel good as I had taken him to matches with Nicky including the home 6-2 drubbing by United..
I only wish Nick had survived to have completed my dynasty, he's gone but will never be forgotten. Hold the love you had for a deceased relative in your heart it always helps when memories call, Goodison evokes those memories every time.
RIP our Nick born and died a Blue