Fantastic post Andy.
I’m ‘first generation’ Argyle – my Dad was a Londoner who found it highly amusing that I followed “bloody Plymuff” because I was born down here. When my lad was born eight years ago I swore I’d do all I could to make sure he’d like sport, especially football, and follow a real team that he had a real connection with and not ‘Man-Yoo’ or any other super-hyped, branded business consortium from a part of the country that means nothing to him. To my relief and enormous pleasure it worked a treat – he saw his first match a day after his fifth birthday and he was hooked for life (or so I thought). One of my most treasured memories that I will take to the grave will be throwing him high in the air when Fallon scored in that terrific match against Wolves and him screaming in excitement and waving his scarf which then disappeared four or five rows down from us.
Last night when I put him to bed (in his Argyle pyjamas naturally) he said that he’d heard on the news that Argyle might fold and “does that mean they’ll never play again?” I didn’t know what to say. I mumbled something about nobody really knows what will happen. I then stared at his fantastic Argyle duvet cover – a panoramic photo print from inside Home Park on a match day with a near full house and the Greens playing against a team in gold shirts. That duvet cover will never be thrown out.
I’m ‘first generation’ Argyle – my Dad was a Londoner who found it highly amusing that I followed “bloody Plymuff” because I was born down here. When my lad was born eight years ago I swore I’d do all I could to make sure he’d like sport, especially football, and follow a real team that he had a real connection with and not ‘Man-Yoo’ or any other super-hyped, branded business consortium from a part of the country that means nothing to him. To my relief and enormous pleasure it worked a treat – he saw his first match a day after his fifth birthday and he was hooked for life (or so I thought). One of my most treasured memories that I will take to the grave will be throwing him high in the air when Fallon scored in that terrific match against Wolves and him screaming in excitement and waving his scarf which then disappeared four or five rows down from us.
Last night when I put him to bed (in his Argyle pyjamas naturally) he said that he’d heard on the news that Argyle might fold and “does that mean they’ll never play again?” I didn’t know what to say. I mumbled something about nobody really knows what will happen. I then stared at his fantastic Argyle duvet cover – a panoramic photo print from inside Home Park on a match day with a near full house and the Greens playing against a team in gold shirts. That duvet cover will never be thrown out.
