Ahh, those were the days. Having a kick-about in the local park, pretending to be Liam 'Chippy' Brady while shimmying past a pre-teen Kenny Dalglish before launching one at a mini-Ray Clemence. The days when getting to the park was the highlight of our week, only leaving when dusk smothered us. The days when O Levels and Sixth Form College hadn't even entered our vocabulary. The days when we really had no idea what the future held, apart from a life-long allegiance to the football team we had chosen.
This blog will occasionally jump back to some magic moments, but it will mainly focus on my life-long allegiance to Arsenal, mixed up with a bit of action from Tel Aviv and other selected bits of the Holy Land. Yep, some of you will probably know of my previous blog escapades, but these are dead and buried as I seek a little bit of undercover action...the trouble with Israel is that everybody knows everybody and sooner rather than later, you come up with someone who has googled one of the names on your blog. So, from this point in, no names, no pics (or very few) and no revealing details. Whatever I write, you'll just have to take my word for it...
Why the name? Well, Liam Brady was always my favourite Arsenal player, and I'll always remember that amazing 1979 FA Cup final, when his socks were wrapped round his ankles, and his shinpads, if I remember correctly, were discarded (always a risky decision if you're playing against those bullies from Manure, how things remain the same eh?) on the touchline. Yet he managed to supply the cross that gave Arsenal the winning goal in one of the most dramatic finishes to a game I've ever witnessed. So, in tribute to the shinpad that protected his magical left shin, we have this blog...
This blog will occasionally jump back to some magic moments, but it will mainly focus on my life-long allegiance to Arsenal, mixed up with a bit of action from Tel Aviv and other selected bits of the Holy Land. Yep, some of you will probably know of my previous blog escapades, but these are dead and buried as I seek a little bit of undercover action...the trouble with Israel is that everybody knows everybody and sooner rather than later, you come up with someone who has googled one of the names on your blog. So, from this point in, no names, no pics (or very few) and no revealing details. Whatever I write, you'll just have to take my word for it...
Why the name? Well, Liam Brady was always my favourite Arsenal player, and I'll always remember that amazing 1979 FA Cup final, when his socks were wrapped round his ankles, and his shinpads, if I remember correctly, were discarded (always a risky decision if you're playing against those bullies from Manure, how things remain the same eh?) on the touchline. Yet he managed to supply the cross that gave Arsenal the winning goal in one of the most dramatic finishes to a game I've ever witnessed. So, in tribute to the shinpad that protected his magical left shin, we have this blog...
posted by as at 1:11 AM
3 Comments:
what a poetic gooner you are! the lifelong dedication of one's soul to a team, for better or worse, has its charm, as I've found in my faithful mr. S, who's stuck for over 30 yrs, thru thick and thin, with qpr.
QPR? Misken...
I, too, obsessed about that 1979 game - only I was supporting the other team. It was a very emotional ending. I think me and my mates went to the park afterwards to fight out a fantasy version of the game ourselves.
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