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- Me, Myself, and I
- Working in a wee Office in Portadown for MDC, its handy enough and keeps me busy with something to do in the morning....though its not what I would be happy to settle for. Anyway, suppose this will keep me going till I find out what I really wana do, any suggestions?
I am also a HUGE sports enthusiast, i follow Portadown FC everywhere and i also help out at the club with the club shop, programme and many other things. I also follow Northern Ireland and am a loyal member of the Green And White Army!!!!
Love chilling out with me pals, to mention only a few there Matt, Gary, Alister, Beller, Todd (have to say him or he'll cry) and me big superstar mate Chris! If I have missed anyone out then that means your crap...only messing I apologise.
Have to give credit for this Skin to the main computer man - Matt, ye big hairy doorhandle
- Every type of music from Busta to Westlife to Tiesto to Metalica.....anyone really!
- Green Mile, Ghost, Saw II, and many many more
- Football - Portadown, Northern Ireland. Rugby - Portadown, Ulster, Ireland, Lions.
- Happiest When
- Acting, Laughing, Hanging with pals, When Portadown FC or Northern Ireland Play.
- Jill Lyttle
- Pete Wray
- Debz Mcku
- Julie Ann
- Rach Roberts
- Cool Hand Luke
- Barry Calvert
- Stuart McCall
- Sam Murdock
- Lotty S
- Andy Wright
- Nadya Al-Janabi
- The Red Terrace
- Orlaith Larkham
- Jill Kennedy
- Amiee Adamson
- Claire Mc Mahon
- Princess Jodie Martin
- Philip Holme
- Zoe Boyd
- Matt Mitchell
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The embers glowed softly, and in their dim light,
I gazed round the room and I cherished the sight.
My wife was asleep, her head on my chest,
My daughter beside me, angelic in rest.
Outside the snow fell, a blanket of white,
Transforming the garden to a winter delight.
The sparkling lights in the tree I believe,
Completed the magic that was Christmas Eve.
My eyelids were heavy, my breathing was deep,
Secure and surrounded by love I would sleep.
In perfect contentment, or so it would seem,
So I slumbered, perhaps I started to dream.
The sound wasn't loud, and it wasn't too near,
But I opened my eyes when it tickled my ear.
Perhaps just a cough, I didn't quite know, Then the
sure sound of footsteps outside in the snow.
My soul gave a tremble, I struggled to hear,
And I crept to the door just to see who was near.
Standing out in the cold and the dark of the night,
A lone figure stood, his face weary and tight.
A soldier, I puzzled, some twenty years old,
Perhaps a Marine, huddled here in the cold.
Alone in the dark, he looked up and smiled,
Standing watch over me, and my wife and my child.
"What are you doing?" I asked without fear,
"Come in this moment, it's freezing out here!
Put down your pack, brush the snow from your sleeve,
You should be at home on a cold Christmas Eve!"
For barely a moment I saw his eyes shift,
Away from the cold and the snow blown in drifts..
To the window that danced with a warm fire's light
Then he sighed and he said "Its really all right,
I'm out here by choice. I'm here every night."
"It's my duty to stand at the front of the line,
That separates you from the darkest of times.
No one had to ask or beg or implore me,
I'm proud to stand here like my fathers before me.
My Grandfather died in France ' on a day in December,"
Then he sighed, "That's a Christmas 'Gran always remembers."
My dad stood his watch in the jungles of Burma
And now it is my turn and so, here I am.
I've not seen my own son in more than a while,
But my wife sends me pictures, he's sure got her smile.
Then he bent and he carefully pulled from his bag,
The red, white, and blue... a Union flag.
I can live through the cold and the being alone,
Away from my family, my house and my home.
I can stand at my post through the rain and the sleet,
I can sleep in a trench with little to eat.
I can carry the weight of killing another,
Or lay down my life with my sister and brother..
Who stand at the front against any and all,
To ensure for all time that this flag will not fall."
" So go back inside," he said, "harbour no fright,
Your family is waiting and I'll be all right."
"But isn't there something I can do, at the least,
"Give you money," I asked, "or prepare you a feast?
It seems all too little for all that you've done,
For being away from your wife and your son."
Then his eye welled a tear that held no regret,
"Just tell us you love us, and never forget.
To fight for our rights back at home while we're gone,
To stand your own watch, no matter how long.
For when we come home, either standing or dead,
To know you remember we fought and we bled.
Is payment enough, and with that we will trust,
That we mattered to you as you mattered to us."
PLEASE, would you do me the kind favour of sending this to as many
people as you can? Christmas will be coming soon and some credit is due to our
Armed Service men and women for our being able to celebrate these
festivities. Let's try in this small way to pay a tiny bit of what we owe. Make people
stop and think of our heroes, living and dead, who sacrificed themselves for us.
Royal Marine Ret
0 Comments 241 weeks
The next person who comes up to me after I tell them I am upset after my team has been beaten in football in an important, or even not so important game, and tells me to "wise up, its only a game" will be getting a quick link to this blog entry.
Heres the thing, to you it may be just a bunch of brainless men kicking about a round thing but trust me, when your on the inside of the footballing world you will see a totally different picture.
When you witness the feeling of belonging with the people beside you in the stands, when you realize through time, that they are your family and will be there for you when your down and alongside your when your up, you will see a smidgen of what I mean.
You will probably be sitting in your little chair thinking, "ha ha, this fool is delusional" but it is only when you see the pulling together of the 'football family' that you realize its true significance.
This is only one factor, there are many many more.
When you turn up early at a match, see the ground just about empty, when you help out with the people that work around the club, maybe even help pick up some litter before the match, when you look at your fellow spectators when your team go down a goal and see the look on their which face totally symbolises how your feeling. When you walk out of the ground after the defeat and all you can think of is the match and breaking it down and finding out exactly where your lads went wrong, you take solace in the fact that other fans are doing the exact same thing somewhere else.
The player themselves are people who go through that emotion with you week in week out. They are not just 11 men knocking about a round thing, they are men doing the job you wish you could be doing and aiming for the same things you are. You realize that they are on your side and you will enjoy victory together and wallow in defeat as one.
This is also transfered outside the ground. I remember a friend and fellow supporter died, he was a Health and Safety Steward at the club and gave up many hours of his spare time to volunteer to help the club move forward, this guy realized and understood the true meaning of the 'football family'. When news of his passing came through, the entire football family came to a standstill, everyone took a deep breath and when his funeral came the football family came to the foreground.
Everywhere I looked around there was a supporter, club representatives, people who did not know the man outside of football but came to pass on their condolences and pay their respects to a fellow fan. This brought it home to me exactly what the football family is about, not 'just a game', a way of life.
You make friends at the ground, when you go through the emotional roller coaster you become to rely on the people around you to comfort you when its tough and someone to share delight when its great. Personally I have meet some of my best friends through football, these people I would lay my life on and not only does it make new friends but it brings people closer together.
My step-father for example, we have never been the closest, always had a wee barrier between us...not out of hate or dislike or anything, it was just always there. But when we are standing side-by-side on the side of a pitch we are so close and share the joy and despair. I've seen us hug and grab each other round the shoulders and we jump up, it is through the football that we have remained so close and we have a connection that can only be felt through the game.
When you stand on the sidelines after going through pain with your football family for a long time then all of a sudden there is a sense of victory, a scent of joy once again and then that door shuts right down in your face. Don't be surprised if the emotions become too much to handle, some people deal with it differently, some cry, some drink, some try to ignore it, some try to smile about it but do not, and i repeat DO NOT try to confront them
5 Comments 305 weeks
Yes how bored am I? Anyway, to give me abit of a laugh fill in the memory of me that sticks out the most....and keep it clean...well kinda clean!!
3 Comments 334 weeks