Northern Steve loves a game or two whenever I go up to visit him in the lowlands of Lincolnshire , but with no one to lead him astray the rest of the time he rarely gets to go to football. My sister-in-law, SOCMF (Sister of Current Mrs Fuller), isn’t a “football lass”. In fact the contempt she flicked at me when I got excited last year about a trip to Lincoln Moorlands Railways FC in the FA Cup just a few hundred yards away from her own front door was enough to have me hiding in the proverbial dug out for good.
But last week she surprised us all. She willingly went to a football match. And just to show that she really does have a normal bone in her body, she actually quite liked it. Well, that is what she told me.
Steve knows how to treat a girl on a night out and he wasn’t shy about it, buy me a tea all to myself and a hotdog when we got to the ground, although I repaid him by spilling my onions all over his shoes. True love never dies.
I haven’t got a clue who any of the players were because they didn’t have one of those big screen things we see on the TV. They didn’t even have one of those magazine things, although that’s what Steve told me and he may have just have been too tight to buy one.
So thanks for that SOCMF..I am sure we will all wait with baited breath for your next trip to football.