Matchday uimhir 41, number 42.. cmon the hoops.. Roysch, cracking late fall eve here in West Hartford, also known as Pleasantville.. just walked the doggies, threw in some laundry and made some tea.. unseasonably mild and alls good in world tonight.. The leaves gently falling and an awesome collage of colors and beauty ripple through the crisp night time air. I consider meslf lucky and fortunate and like tony soprano after he got accidentally shot, feel like living every day at its fullest but the damn job and responsibilities get in me way, still thats why tomorrow afternoon is to be enjoyed.. ye see ,since Celtic make the group stages those six day events are my fav days of the yr bar only chrimbo and the day after st.practice day.. the routine remains the same but the excitement always builds the eve of a matchday,, takes me back to childhood and the excitement of going back to school after yer summer holidays.. seeing the new spotty faces, ska jackets and towely socks and meetn new friends and picking up where ye left off when school broke.. money, smart phones, emails and gluton free foods didn’t exist. You were just happy to be happy for no reason and could tackle life and all its hurdles.. A sign on my mothers kitchen hangs proudly , it says “true friends are like diamonds, precious and rare, false friends are like autumn leaves found everywhere”.. I often think of that when the leaves fall, if we are true we only have a handful of true friends, we’ve many acquaintances and collegues but true friends, only a few and id go along with that.. when I landed here I arrived with a mr.Des Mcaleenan and to this day we’re friends,, its been a bumpy ride. We have had our share of blow outs and more , much more late night shenanighans but every time I think of that bad bastard I laugh to myself.. im sending this one out to him, hes a daycent man and I wouldn’t have a bad word said of him, which means id have to stay house bound every night.. he’s a strange man, a georgio samaras type character.. great whens hes good but brilliant when hes bad and sometimes he’s both on the same day. Ive spent many many hrs in America with this man and im proud to say he’s no friend of mine, more like an itch.. We used to get lifts to Ireland matches in East Haven yrs ago down some spooky side road , up a narrow lane , jaysus the place was hidden away and it deserved to be. We’ve eaten in fine restaurants but were usually more comfortable in dumpy spit on the floor bars, we still are I suppose, take the man from Dublin and all that jazz. Im reaching a cross roads in me life and felt the same about ten yrs ago so went to visit him as had was on a promise of U2 tickets at the Byrne arena across from where the New York Metros were playing that afternoon..the game was unmemorable but we hung around afterwards as we’d about 8 hrs to kill before the show..slowly everyone drifted from the stadium and he was being unusually slow and beady eyed..eventually all fans, players and staff had departed and it was just me , him and the physio..he says cmon lets sit up here in the stands and relax.. it was only about 3pm and the sun was burning.. with that he pulled out a bottle of Canadian club, this is what frank Sinatra and bono drink Johnny he says.. I was more of a beer drinker then but he’d a masterplan.. he had grabbed some bags of ice from the physio and a single dollar bill in the vending machines provided us with our mixers.. we sat behind the goal ray Houghton scored in versus the eyeties and kicked back.. we got louder and drunker with each sip. He sang, I sang and we told stories all afternoon in the glorious new York sunlight.with no cares in the world I lit up and right behind me was a bold “no smoking” sign. We laughed and danced and sat back like the shawshank redemption bhoys that afternoon atop a tarmac rooftop.. I’ll think of him tomorrow and raise a cold one to the good times we’ve had. Move over nidge ,theres a new bad bastard in town.. I’ll be fecking offa work early, walking down south whitney with a dream in me head and a song in me heart as we take on the mighty ajax.. I hope yer all well and living life to its fullest..spread some love and be grateful for what we have. Cmon the hoops, john jude Vaughan..
Posted on: Tue, 22 Oct 2013 03:49:34 +0000
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