Jean asked me to give it up today. Yes it give it up! Football! Do you believe that? I said to her, ” I mean Hells-Bells luv what else can I do, eh? ”
Creosote the fence and re-point the chimney apparently. I said to her, “ Is this the same woman who said she’d always support me in everything I wanted to do in the game? ”
Jean said it wasn’t and pointed out (and fair do’s to her to be fair) that that was my first wife who said that.
Need to put me brain in gear a bit more. I mean bloody hell eh, she’ll be thinking I don’t love her if I say something else like that again. Have to watch myself. Worried about it all day .Completely distracted ,which is probably why I creosoted the chimney.
Which didn’t help matters really.
That’s what happens when your not working, you get the old brain damp.
Just heard on the local radio that Charlie Fearn got the
Carlisle job. He couldn’t play the game never mind manage. I remember him years ago running over a cat on the way to training.
