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I was born here, Rostrevor, back in year that we enjoyed what is now 'Rick Rolling' and Our Wee Country failed again to qualify for Euro 88.
My ancestry involved the mines in Sheffield, which is why my favourite football team is Sheffield United. In November 1940, the threat of Nazi bombing in Sheffield was so big, that my grandfather decided to move to this peaceful town right next to the Irish sea. One month later, Sheffield was almost destroyed in the 'Sheffield Blitz'.
Now, I am sitting here in a park bench looking down on the town I call home. I had just been sacked from my job at the car store nearest to my house. I was thinking about football, and I realised all that I knew about tactics in the beautiful game. The head coach at Northern Ireland had recently resigned, and I was actually thinking about it for a second. Then, this guy comes before me:
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He sits down right beside me, and he says:
"Thomas..."
"How do you know my name?"
"I know everybody, my friend."
"Who are you, then?
"That's not important, what is important is that you don't have a job, what is it that you are going to do now?"
"Well, you wont believe this, but I was just thinking about being manager of Northern Ireland."
"Do you have any experience?"
"I played for Killowen Celtic as a youth, that's all."
"Well, I think you should pursue the job that you want, and remember this, whatever you choose to do, I will be behind you, Thomas."
"Thanks for tha... where have you gone?"
He'd just vanished into thin air. I don't know what happened, maybe I am just going crazy. I don't think that I'm ill, anyway. And I don't think that anyone would talk to me like that and then vanish...
Hold on, did I just see God?
I was born here, Rostrevor, back in year that we enjoyed what is now 'Rick Rolling' and Our Wee Country failed again to qualify for Euro 88.
My ancestry involved the mines in Sheffield, which is why my favourite football team is Sheffield United. In November 1940, the threat of Nazi bombing in Sheffield was so big, that my grandfather decided to move to this peaceful town right next to the Irish sea. One month later, Sheffield was almost destroyed in the 'Sheffield Blitz'.
Now, I am sitting here in a park bench looking down on the town I call home. I had just been sacked from my job at the car store nearest to my house. I was thinking about football, and I realised all that I knew about tactics in the beautiful game. The head coach at Northern Ireland had recently resigned, and I was actually thinking about it for a second. Then, this guy comes before me:
http://www.visualphotos.com/photo/2x2913337/farmer_walking_in_a_field_CB050585.jpg
He sits down right beside me, and he says:
"Thomas..."
"How do you know my name?"
"I know everybody, my friend."
"Who are you, then?
"That's not important, what is important is that you don't have a job, what is it that you are going to do now?"
"Well, you wont believe this, but I was just thinking about being manager of Northern Ireland."
"Do you have any experience?"
"I played for Killowen Celtic as a youth, that's all."
"Well, I think you should pursue the job that you want, and remember this, whatever you choose to do, I will be behind you, Thomas."
"Thanks for tha... where have you gone?"
He'd just vanished into thin air. I don't know what happened, maybe I am just going crazy. I don't think that I'm ill, anyway. And I don't think that anyone would talk to me like that and then vanish...
Hold on, did I just see God?
Jamie Ward with a hard shot to the bottom corner puts Northern Ireland in front!!!
