This is my final blog. It’s not that I’m about to peg out. It’s possible, but unlikely just yet, though it isn’t going to be long. I’d rather finish with a clean ending. My world has rapidly closed in over the last few weeks, and I’m on the final faltering steps of what has been an amazing and unexpected journey for the last 14 months. Views have largely gone, though not entirely, coming now from the love and warmth of my family, and friends that call round.
After this Jane and I will keep people informed through email – so if you are not receiving direct email from me, but would like to be on the email list for information, please let me know.
I have mentioned to a few people about doing a blog on inequality and football, a companion to the earlier inequality blog. That’s not now going to get done. But there’s one anecdote that I’d like to include here. It was my granddad who first took me to watch Halifax Town (and to County Cricket at Bradford Park Avenue). I was probably about 6 or 7. My Mum told me she’d once been with him to football, but was so embarrassed by his shouting that she never went again; to me it was hugely entertaining. His abuse was never targeted at opposition fans or opposition players, or even the referee. It was targeted at our team and particularly the poor goal keeper seemed to cop it. One favourite shout, I still remember, was “ We pay thee ten quid a week to keep ball out a’t goal. I could board it up for less na that.” With hindsight clearly its nonsense: at the time I thought it hilarious.
I thought long and hard before starting doing a blog and I’m very glad I did. It’s been very therapeutic for me and people seem to have appreciated it. My thanks for all the comments, messages etc. that have resulted. They have helped me on this journey. It is interesting how the medium of this blog has enabled me to have very different conversations with people and reconnect with people. I have been very touched at how much people have opened up to me through it.
Finally, I’ve always felt it a privilege to live in a country with seasons and I particularly love the changes from one to another. In a contrary way Spring seems appropriate for where I am. It’s a time of renewal, reawakening, new birth; so it feels to me a good time to leave some space!