Friday 23 May 2014

An Important Day for so Many.

    I am writing this post on Friday afternoon. Deliberately so before the big event, My mood tomorrow evening could be ecstatic, or perhaps suicidally depressed. Thirty seven thousand people are travelling from Derby to attend. Now that's a lot of people. And the big event? A religious gathering, in a way, yes. Derby County play Queens Park Rangers at Wembley in the Play Off final. The prize, a place in the Premier League of British Football. Said to be worth around £160 million pounds to the winners over five years.
    Now I don't expect everyone to love football. The same as I am not so keen on golf and golfers but I don't 'go on' about it. Not too often, anyway! But what gets 'right up my nose' are those people who rant and rave about football being 'oh so bad for us all'  yet never go themselves. Armchair experts, they drive me quite mad. We true supporters KNOW that too often we're watching overpaid prima donna's; and the clubs are often owned by filthy rich foreigners who know little about footballers but that's the world we live in. We, Derby County supporters have had an exciting season and witnessed some magical football. Nothing can that away from us. It won't be the end of the world tomorrow if we lose, but it might as well be!
    All this excitement in Derby, often dreary old Derby made me think. How many events in our little lives are truly exceptional. Perhaps when we were children life was full of wondrous experiences. Experiences LIVED, real, not viewed second hand via a fifty-five inch screen.
    I have lived over seventy years, so what are the events happenings that I remember most. VE Day,
people happy and relaxed, many swigging from tankards as they walked the village streets. The Coronation, in 1953, trestle tables laid out with food, glorious food. School trips, including one where  we saw, Little Johns grave. Plus a week at Mundesly where we slept on straw filled sacks in ex-army tents. Carefree days, all real, all experienced in childhood.
    Adult experiences seem less carefree, inevitable I suppose. Marriage is not to be taken lightly; the day remembered, the feelings experienced I cannot recall. The birth of children induces anxiety, and ecstatic joy. Death appears mores in the adult world; I remember death from childhood, though infrequently; or is this the mind playing tricks. Undoubtedly adulthood is a more serious business. 
So, when thirty thousand plus descend on London, all thought of adulthood flies out the window, be it train, coach or car.
     I won't be at We
mbley. So I shall miss that incredible heart stopping experience. (Neither of us, sadly, are fit enough to take part in the ultimate footballing experience.) But we know will enjoy the day with friends. For once hurrah for a fifty five inch screen! I view the next twenty six hours with  trepidation, but also hope. I don't expect everyone to understand.


CWMartin said...

Last year, my son wanted us all to pick Premier League teams. He took Liverpool, I took QPR- and then they got relegated, so I took Arsenal. Hope my guys don't beat you too bad! (Just kidding. Good luck!)

Helen Devries said...

Have a super time watching your team....and fingers crossed for their chances.

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Troy said...

I managed to see the highlights show on BBC1 without knowing the score from earlier in the day. When I saw the red card incident I thought your team were going to make it to the promised land (PL). Gutted for you when QPR scored so close to the end. Ah well, look forward to seeing Derby play at Portman Road next season.

Grumpy Old Ken said...


Ah well, we can but dream of next season!

Grumpy Old Ken said...

Thanks for the kind thoughts. Next year perhaps!

Grumpy Old Ken said...

Next year perhaps. Your new manager seems to have more idea. Here's to next year.