This has to be the best present I got today. A package from my dad. He must have put it together when he knew he was dying. There’s loadsa stuff in here. A load of his old footie programmes, and there’s a scarf. Home shirt too. Bit old now, but it’s the thought that counts. Four or five old beer bottles as well, must have been a bit of a collection. There’s a letter from him in here as well, dated March ’90, a couple of weeks before hand. Talks about how he’s sorry he never saw me grow up, but how he’s sure I’m doing alright, and that he’s proud of me.

Got me thinkin’ really. I never really knew him that well, so now’s my chance to get to know what he was like. I had a look on the net, found out a bit about the Albion. Season starts next month. I got myself a ticket to the QPR match.