Well, what goes around comes around. Today being the last day of the year I kept up my tradition (“you sad bastard,” I hear you cry) and watched Wogan – the last programme of ’86, not ’85. I was dead chuffed that I had managed to keep my diary up for a whole 12 months. It was quite a year for me – a death in the family, exams, starting a new phase of my education, a football world cup and so on. What would 1987 hold?
Man was I bored? Oh, yes. So much so that I did some Industrial Studies homework. I was THAT bored.
Shrewsbury Town had a short trip today for their game. Only bloody Portsmouth! No change there from the people who set the football fixtures, from Shropshire to Hampshire at this time of year. Needless to say Pompey won by a comfortable 3-0 margin.
Well what a crap day today was – partly because I was out doing my papers again and NO tips! Der, you had them last week numb-nuts. The most exciting thing to report was an argument with my brother.
In a message for the poor, overworked footballing darlings of today, Liverpool (and other teams) played again today. Ian Rush scored the only goal in a 1-0 at Sheffield Wednesday.
Cor blimey it was cold today. We attended the Shrewsbury versus West Brom game at Gay Meadow. Gerry Daly notched the only goal in a 1-0 home win. Liverpool lost at Anfield versus Man Utd by the only goal.
Some climax! I was in philosophical mood, pontificating about next week being January and 1987 with lots to look forward to. I was quite good at such visions, however, what I didn’t realise was that I had to DO something to make something happen…
So the last few weeks build to a climax. Went to town to buy some football boots. Was I mad or what?
Excitement building? Not really, as today was ‘boring.’
It was a ‘smelly day today after the dog farted yesterday!’ Loaded with my booty from yesterday’s collection I went to town and bought myself a new jacket (probably from the Market) and a new computer game. No doubt I finished my Christmas shopping too. Game on…