Gideon Gungeon
Striker
thoughts are with old timer this afternoon mate
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have agood day lads im missing today as im through dryburn to visit my old man today who has terminal cancer hes 81 he wanted to be at home watchin the matches on sky but rushed in again on fri this cancer is a bastard , as i posted ot earlier my old man is a black and white but paid for a new season ticket 4 me and his grandson next season in the southstand,its his dying wish as he knows how much his 14 year old grandsonloves safc ..so if any one sees a 44year old in tears at the first game next season row 9 its me enjoy the daylads
have agood day lads im missing today as im through dryburn to visit my old man today who has terminal cancer hes 81 he wanted to be at home watchin the matches on sky but rushed in again on fri this cancer is a bastard , as i posted ot earlier my old man is a black and white but paid for a new season ticket 4 me and his grandson next season in the southstand,its his dying wish as he knows how much his 14 year old grandsonloves safc ..so if any one sees a 44year old in tears at the first game next season row 9 its me enjoy the daylads
Over 70,000 views of this thread, OTS. That shows how many folk will be thinking of you come 3pm and beyond.
Have a great day marra.
IF you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:
If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;
If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools:
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: 'Hold on!'
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
' Or walk with Kings - nor lose the common touch,
if neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And - which is more - you'll be a Man, my son!