Up's and Down's. Highs and Lows
Well where do i begin? How about yesterday, yeah that seems good. Well it was around 1115 and my eyes welled up , around the same time as today but we'll come to that later.
Faye is carrying a boy. For those of you who don't really know what i'm talking about then let me tell you.
Faye is my wife. She is pregnant. We paid to find out what the sex of the baby is. It's a boy. I am over that moon so much that right now i can't see heaven if i look back.
A girl? I would be equally happy ( minus the periodical mood swings!!), sorry Faye.
To say i am overjoyed is an understatement. My emotions ran wild yesterday afternoon.
I thought of my Granda ( not mispelled) my mam,David, my own chequered past and even of my biological father.
Imagine this people. You're 5 yrs old, outside it's snowing really heavily and you love snow sooooooooo much. It happens to be Christmas eve , you can't sleep, you want to see that sleigh with Rudolph at the helm. You know that in that sleigh lies the most important thing in your life, your present. Your brother is beside you feeling the same wild emotions that you are. Surely containment is not an option. It's now 6 am and waking your mam up is the answer. BANG!!! It's here .Presents, tears, cuddles, uncontrolable fits of laughter. WOW i love Christmas.
Fast Forward to now.
Ever felt like that?
I feel like that now , all i have to do is wait. Wait till March 8th next year. I can see it you know, me holding my very own son in my arms, not so tight that i restrict him but just enough to let him know that i will never ever leave him, not even for heaven cos right now and hopefully for a few years yet my heaven will live on in my very own legacy.
Roy's gone!!!
Roy Keane that is. He's left UTD. Numb or what. Kicks, punches,agression,bollockings,outspoken views,leadership,skinhead haircuts,injuries,autobiogrophies,suspensions,heartaches,more spats, on and off the field. Shall i go on?
Again for you lot who don't know me from Adam then let me tell you this. I grew up on football.
God only knows where it came from. I had my share of trials for clubs ( another sob story). I still to this very day play. I know what it takes to make it. By God Roy Keane had it.
For one i have nothing but respect for Roy. I still to this day dream of playing , wishing that Keano was my midfield back up. He has had so many bust ups with so many different people , on and off the pitch. Like i said i respect him. He has never ever backed down from anything. A small lad from Ireland who got turned down by so many for being too small to play football turned out to be ( in my eyes) the most inspirational football player this island has ever seen.
Viera should've learned his lesson over the years. Did he? Did he f***?
Cross Roy and woe be tide twatface.
Turin with that skinhead. Remember? Do you know what i'm refering to?
No. who cares. I have my memories of the hardest , most outspoken , most influential footballer in my lifetime. Forget Maradonna, Henry, Zidane, Platini. They had/have flair only. Flair is great to watch, don't get me wrong but what fires me up? Seeing my 9 year old kids on a Saturday get stuck in like little Roy Keanes'. Back up is in the form of me, a worshipper of my hero, Mr Roy Keane.
I love you Faye and i love you son though you don't know it yet.
Love
DAD!!!!!!
Faye is carrying a boy. For those of you who don't really know what i'm talking about then let me tell you.
Faye is my wife. She is pregnant. We paid to find out what the sex of the baby is. It's a boy. I am over that moon so much that right now i can't see heaven if i look back.
A girl? I would be equally happy ( minus the periodical mood swings!!), sorry Faye.
To say i am overjoyed is an understatement. My emotions ran wild yesterday afternoon.
I thought of my Granda ( not mispelled) my mam,David, my own chequered past and even of my biological father.
Imagine this people. You're 5 yrs old, outside it's snowing really heavily and you love snow sooooooooo much. It happens to be Christmas eve , you can't sleep, you want to see that sleigh with Rudolph at the helm. You know that in that sleigh lies the most important thing in your life, your present. Your brother is beside you feeling the same wild emotions that you are. Surely containment is not an option. It's now 6 am and waking your mam up is the answer. BANG!!! It's here .Presents, tears, cuddles, uncontrolable fits of laughter. WOW i love Christmas.
Fast Forward to now.
Ever felt like that?
I feel like that now , all i have to do is wait. Wait till March 8th next year. I can see it you know, me holding my very own son in my arms, not so tight that i restrict him but just enough to let him know that i will never ever leave him, not even for heaven cos right now and hopefully for a few years yet my heaven will live on in my very own legacy.
Roy's gone!!!
Roy Keane that is. He's left UTD. Numb or what. Kicks, punches,agression,bollockings,outspoken views,leadership,skinhead haircuts,injuries,autobiogrophies,suspensions,heartaches,more spats, on and off the field. Shall i go on?
Again for you lot who don't know me from Adam then let me tell you this. I grew up on football.
God only knows where it came from. I had my share of trials for clubs ( another sob story). I still to this very day play. I know what it takes to make it. By God Roy Keane had it.
For one i have nothing but respect for Roy. I still to this day dream of playing , wishing that Keano was my midfield back up. He has had so many bust ups with so many different people , on and off the pitch. Like i said i respect him. He has never ever backed down from anything. A small lad from Ireland who got turned down by so many for being too small to play football turned out to be ( in my eyes) the most inspirational football player this island has ever seen.
Viera should've learned his lesson over the years. Did he? Did he f***?
Cross Roy and woe be tide twatface.
Turin with that skinhead. Remember? Do you know what i'm refering to?
No. who cares. I have my memories of the hardest , most outspoken , most influential footballer in my lifetime. Forget Maradonna, Henry, Zidane, Platini. They had/have flair only. Flair is great to watch, don't get me wrong but what fires me up? Seeing my 9 year old kids on a Saturday get stuck in like little Roy Keanes'. Back up is in the form of me, a worshipper of my hero, Mr Roy Keane.
I love you Faye and i love you son though you don't know it yet.
Love
DAD!!!!!!
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