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Post by Trouserdog on May 13, 2011 20:53:57 GMT
I've never got emotional over football, but yesterday I was just listening to a few stoke related tunes on YouTube to get the blood flowing.
I listened to the Pottermouth Battle cry, and the lines "Do it for singing toddlers, do it for my old man" just completely got me...my little girl, 2 years old and too young to know what it's all about, but jumping around the room in-front of me wearing her Wembley T-shirt and shouting "City win the cup Daddy". Then at the other end of the scale, my two Grandfathers, both in their eighties and suffering various ailments, who will be watching the game on TV after decades and decades of support.I doubt either of them will still be here in ten years, but Stoke City will be, and the chances are I'll be sat at the ground trying to explain the offside rule to a couple of Stoke-obsessed school-age kids.
I've always loved the social aspect of football, that's why I kept going when the actual games were crap, but I've never appreciated more what an emotional bond it creates through friends and families, and how strongly it can satiate that need within us to feel part of something...a collective with a common purpose. I'm proud of being part of that, I'm proud that previous generations of my family are/were part of it, and I know I'll be made-up when the little un is old enough to attend her first game (assuming she'll want to!)
Also, I've lost many friendships over the years, not through any conscious decision to cut-ties with people, it's just that sometimes life catches up with you; people move away, have families, don't have the time to socialise...but my closest mates, those I've known for years and years, are all lads who I've been sharing the experience of watching Stoke City with. That's the one constant that's kept us all in touch- the football club we all love.
Wherever each of us are on life's journey, some just starting out, some near the end, seeing a silver pot being lifted in the air by Ryan Shawcross really isn't important in itself. What is important is that feeling of joy we'll all share- being able to visit my Grandad the next day and talk about how great it was to finally see us get there, getting pissed with the lads after the game, singing and laughing until we feel sick...and waking up the next morning with a two year olds hand patting me on my hung over face..."City win the cup daddy!"
It's magic.
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Post by Deleted on May 13, 2011 20:57:31 GMT
I've never got emotional over football, but yesterday I was just listening to a few stoke related tunes on YouTube to get the blood flowing. I listened to the Pottermouth Battle cry, and the lines "Do it for singing toddlers, do it for my old man" just completely got me...my little girl, 2 years old and too young to know what it's all about, but jumping around the room in-front of me wearing her Wembley T-shirt and shouting "City win the cup Daddy". Then at the other end of the scale, my two Grandfathers, both in their eighties and suffering various ailments, who will be watching the game on TV after decades and decades of support.I doubt either of them will still be here in ten years, but Stoke City will be, and the chances are I'll be sat at the ground trying to explain the offside rule to a couple of Stoke-obsessed school-age kids. I've always loved the social aspect of football, that's why I kept going when the actual games were crap, but I've never appreciated more what an emotional bond it creates through friends and families, and how strongly it can satiate that need within us to feel part of something...a collective with a common purpose. I'm proud of being part of that, I'm proud that previous generations of my family are/were part of it, and I know I'll be made-up when the little un is old enough to attend her first game (assuming she'll want to!) Also, I've lost many friendships over the years, not through any conscious decision to cut-ties with people, it's just that sometimes life catches up with you; people move away, have families, don't have the time to socialise...but my closest mates, those I've known for years and years, are all lads who I've been sharing the experience of watching Stoke City with. That's the one constant that's kept us all in touch- the football club we all love. Wherever each of us are on life's journey, some just starting out, some near the end, seeing a silver pot being lifted in the air by Ryan Shawcross really isn't important in itself. What is important is that feeling of joy we'll all share- being able to visit my Grandad the next day and talk about how great it was to finally see us get there, getting pissed with the lads after the game, singing and laughing until we feel sick...and waking up the next morning with a two year olds hand patting me on my hung over face..."City win the cup daddy!" It's magic. Thats brilliant Wozza!!!
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Post by conzdad on May 13, 2011 20:57:35 GMT
Have been for a couple of days my other half cannot understand why,cant comprehend what this means to all us Stokies,onna half gonna look daft in the pub tomorrow when the lads walk out at Wembley,tears of pride will be flowing good style
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Post by Discovery Stoke on May 13, 2011 21:07:51 GMT
At the age of 17 people at my age are regarded as ignorant, vandals and thugs and the majority of them are. However I have cried nearly every night this week, this is for my lovely Grandmother who passed away in January,
It also makes it more special that my Grandad who has one leg at the age of 77 is shaking with excitement. Going down to the Britannia is always a haven for me, I forget all my worries and it is inspirational.
Abide me especially will be emotional but everything I look at/hear at the moment makes me emotional. Do it Stoke, I know you can!
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