I wouldn’t say that I enjoyed the complete roller-coaster ride whilst bathed in glorious sunshine in Nottingham yesterday.
I shouted, until I lost my voice, jumped up and down like a proverbial jack in the box and hid the tears under my shades at the end.
Aged 58 I have abandoned any desire to be a grown-up. Sure, I can fake it when necessary but being a kid is simply the best!
The great thing about going to football is that this type of behaviour is acceptable and can blend effortlessly into the often-electric atmosphere of a big match.
Notts County v Chesterfield, in the 20/21 National League playoff eliminator was one such occasion. The El Clásico of the East Midlands.
COVID restrictions had capped the attendance, but the 4,569 home fans made it sound like there were four-fold that number inside Meadow Lane.
And what better way than to top the drama with a 90th minute winner! Although the seven minutes of extra-time really made me earn my post-match Mister Whippy ice cream!
(reproduced by kind permission of Dan Westwell)
It’s Torquay United up next in the semi-final. If we complete this journey, I will add the final whistle to the list of my classic cries.
If I can give you one piece of advice, stop faking it and in the words of Taylor Swift, “Never grow up!”
Must rush, as I’m getting ready for Arthur’s birthday party. He’s having a couple to celebrate being two. Be like Arthur and me – the sandpit is better than the office any day. And look what surprise present I’ve bought him! His West Ham United supporting dad will be really pleased!
COYP!
© Ian Kirke 2021 & all uncredited photographs