Faith Of Our Fathers

 

No Scouse pies.

Not happy with that. The idea was that I’d leave ours at 12:30 for a 2pm kick off, have a Scouse pie for my lunch - 2pm kick offs bugger your lunch and Anfield’s Scouse pies are actually really nice. Unlike their ‘potato and meat’ which really really aren’t.

Then I’d write this before kick off.

Queens Drive put paid to that fanciful notion. The 30 second drive from the flyover to Walton Hall Road took 20 minutes. So that was fun.

The album at the top? 

I remember that from our Dave’s house when I was a kid. It’s the album that documents that first flush if random, when everything was new and the songs were just starting to be sung. 

It’s the birth of tradition.

(Puts woolly hat back on as temperature starts to drop.)

I don’t know any of the songs on that album, I don’t own it, I’m not sure I’ve ever really listened to it. It’s just always been there and it’s a link to the generation that gave us our beliefs. As I push inexorably toward 60 this is something that belonged to those who are now gone when they were younger than us.

We got to see some of the things that they saw, sometimes from a distance, some of the things we saw in person they watched from a distance and now we’re seeing things that they don’t.

That’s how it works. They gave us this, we took it forward, we’ll pass it on, the next generation will see things we won’t.

All things must pass, enjoy it while it’s here.

During the writing of this, the half-time music has included Wah’s Come Back and Ian McNabb’s You Must Be Prepared To Dream. Old songs now, but as fresh as they sounded the first day I heard them. 

This is the soundtrack of our lives, “it’s going to last forever.”