I have a lot going on but I wanted to take the time to thank the Green Army for the kind messages of support since the passing of my father on Wednesday. Whether it be online, twitter, text, calls or in person I have been overwhelmed with the messages. If somebody with an ATD account could also post this message on there I would be very grateful as the kind words from there have been equally uplifting.
Dad, like me was a massive Argyle fan. In fact my obsession is his fault
Like us all he was proud and disappointed with his team in equal measures. If I had a pound as a kid for every time I heard ‘that was rubbish we aren’t going again boy’ I would be a very rich man.
I remember lots of fantastic games at Argyle with him over the years. He was so proud when I sat with him during the Shilton era, I remember him letting me on the pitch after the Colchester semi final with the instruction to ‘make some money from the coins that people drop’, seeing how proud he was at Wembley and latterly the QPR 2004 game – one of the last he was able to get up to due to mobility.
I remember losing 3-0 at home to Exeter and having a puncture afterwards. As the away fans came out and took the P, Dad kissed his Argyle badge and told them where to go. The Port Vale game in the 90s where there was trouble, Dad stood there with his hand on my shoulder as Vale and Argyle fans ran through the Lyndhurst and said ‘if they come over here they’ll regret it’. They would have done.
Growing up I recall one occasion when he told Mum he was going out for a bag of sugar and returned 8 hours later after sneaking off to Bristol Rovers away.
More recently after every game I would get a blow by blow account of how we played (after he listened to sparksy). Even though he knew I had been to the game he made me relive it all. At the time it drove me crazy. What I would give for one of those rundowns now.
Dad was my inspiration for many things in life, Argyle being one of them. He was proud of me being President and I vow to carry out the role exactly how he would have wanted me to.
My son and I listened to today’s game on Dads radio. That would have definitely been another ‘we aren’t ever going again boy’ match. Like Dad, we’ll be back.
Thanks again. It is tough as many on here have testified but the messages have been such a boost.
I won’t forget that.