I’m a Blue because all my family were… hereditary obviously. When I was about 6 years of age I remember asking my grandfather (God bless him!) why we didn’t like the Rags. “Because they’re common” he said, and eventually I understood what he had meant. Mid-seventies, and other girls at school all had Rags’ scarves tied to their wrists and guess what?! They didn’t have a clue about the finer points of the “beautiful game”. Yuk! Needless to say we didn’t discuss the results on a Monday morning… there was no point. They would not have had a clue about what I was saying.
To be a True Blue is wonderful, members of the finest family in the world. The team might be crap sometimes but as we all know, it doesn’t really matter. I just about remember the glory days but in some ways the recent years have been glorious in their own way. The terrible, terrible days of Alan Ball (I rest my case!) and the like but also the way we can come out and prove that wonderful spirit and beat the best on our day and make Sky’s commentators eat their words and look like plonkas!
Thanks grandad. Keep the faith everyone! As if you need telling.
First printed in: MCIVTA Newsletter #739 on