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It's probably the fact that today was my last day at the company I've been with for the last two years, but I'm really nostalgic today.
Started drinking after the second hour at work and been having ups and downs all day. Nothing too depressing - just saying goodbyes and looking at old photos had me in a weird mood all day.
Just got home and sobered up and when I needed some distraction, football and this forum were there for me.
I know that football is suspended during war, but even in times of dire straits this beutiful game brings people together.
When my dad passed away, I kept myself busy making all the arrangements to sidestep the mourning period. But just as things were difficult, my mates helped me move my dad's stuff back to our flat (he had left us a year before his death).
As there was no place to put his king-sized bed, we left it in the living room and proceeded to watch Newcastle vs Man United, which I believe we lost (Jan Dahl Tomasson was about 8 yards offside, but the linesman didn't see it...)
But it was watching football with my mates and having banter with my mates that made me really, really realize that life goes on...
the world keeps turning, the sun keeps rising, and people keep playing, as well as cheering the beautiful game.
Of course there are situations in life, where football is really put in to perspective and, quite honestly, it is nowhere near important as life or death, BUT it has an ability to heal and cheer you up (unless you're a City supporter).
That's all.... just had this thought and wanted to type while under the influence.....
thanks for reading.
Started drinking after the second hour at work and been having ups and downs all day. Nothing too depressing - just saying goodbyes and looking at old photos had me in a weird mood all day.
Just got home and sobered up and when I needed some distraction, football and this forum were there for me.
I know that football is suspended during war, but even in times of dire straits this beutiful game brings people together.
When my dad passed away, I kept myself busy making all the arrangements to sidestep the mourning period. But just as things were difficult, my mates helped me move my dad's stuff back to our flat (he had left us a year before his death).
As there was no place to put his king-sized bed, we left it in the living room and proceeded to watch Newcastle vs Man United, which I believe we lost (Jan Dahl Tomasson was about 8 yards offside, but the linesman didn't see it...)
But it was watching football with my mates and having banter with my mates that made me really, really realize that life goes on...
the world keeps turning, the sun keeps rising, and people keep playing, as well as cheering the beautiful game.
Of course there are situations in life, where football is really put in to perspective and, quite honestly, it is nowhere near important as life or death, BUT it has an ability to heal and cheer you up (unless you're a City supporter).
That's all.... just had this thought and wanted to type while under the influence.....
thanks for reading.