I come from a long line of football nuts. As a child, I knew there was no hope of watching any of my Saturday shows during football season.
And as they say, if you can't beat them, join them, and I reluctantly got baptized into the Church of the First Down.
Daddy was a marvel. Back in the day, he could watch one game on TV, but listen to two other games on two different radios simultaneously. Even more amazing, he could tell you what was happening in all three games at any given time.
Of course, for every birthday, Christmas, or anniversary present, he was given some kind of object that had his favorite team emblazoned on it.












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frankbeswickApr 14, 2014
We have people who take their football very seriously, too much in some cases. That is why when I am teaching I now refuse to tell children which team I support, because I will not feed the obsession. My fear is for boys who are so keen on being footballers that they neglect qualifications. I tell boys that in forty years teaching I have only met three boys who have made the grade as footballers, and none were especially successful.
One of my successes was talking a lad out of football hooliganism. He used to fight for United [United did not want this nonsense of course] but after he left he returned to school, sought me and said, "You were right, Sir, fighting is for mugs." Of course, a girlfriend,a child,a job and a few black eyes might have had something to do with the change of heart.
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