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Hello there everyone, and welcome to my blog (hats off to 'Blogging for Dummies' for teaching this dummy how to....you know!).

I am overweight; make that very overweight. I think the technical term is 'morbidly obese'....ouch! Over the last few years I have had a few health warning shots, enough to make me realise that although there is nothing going on with my health that can't be reversed; my time is running out to do something about it before something really bad happens.

So this is my journey to health, and the plan is an ambitious one. I want to lose weight, and I want to get fitter; fit enough to run the Manchester 10k in May of 2012, fit enough to run a half marathon towards the end of 2012, and then fit enough to run the London Marathon in 2013, where the blogging journey will end at the finish line down the Mall.

I write this in the hope that the words and thoughts of both myself and readers can inspire me when the journey gets difficult, then hopefully people can be inspired by my story; believing that the most difficult journey is possible.

I make a promise to you that I will be honest - if the wheels fall off and I have six pizzas in two days, I will come clean - and I will do my very best. Share it with me.

......Wish me luck!!

Saturday, 24 September 2011

Sporting Moments - Stockport County v. Liverpool

Yes, I know that a lot of these entries are going to have a footballing theme; for those of you who don't like football I apologise, but also urge you not to ignore these posts. The positive thing is that the point to these stories do not really relate to the game itself.
In 1984 Stockport County were drawn against Liverpool in the second round of the league cup. For a team languishing at the bottom of the league all season, every season; this was not a big game, it was gigantic. The chance to pit our team against the likes of Grobbelaar, Neal, Whelan, Hansen, Nicol, Dalglish, Lawrenson was the match of a lifetime; and for me - a young lad of ten years old - it was impossible to comprehend.
We played fantastically throughout; and if that 25-yard shot had gone in - instead of 'ga-doinggggggggging' off the crossbar (note to self; find the press photograph of that which Paul bought me, ad get it framed!) the stuff of pleasant reminiscence would have become legend. We got a 0-0 draw at home, which meant a replay at Anfield. Unbelievably we managed to get to full-time with the score still at 0-0, and we had three of the best seats in the house to witness it. Sadly, the fairytale ended in extra time, when Liverpool finally broke us down and won 2-0. At the final whistle, it all became a bit too much for this young lad of ten years old. After all that effort, it was all over and I couldn't bear it. I burst into tears.
Paul (my older brother, whom I have to both thank and blame for my love-affair with Stockport County) didn't know what to say to console me (he couldn't change the result); so, he put an arm of comfort round my shoulders and said cheerfully 'never mind Adrian, we'll give Crewe a good stuffing next Saturday!'
Instantly a guy directly in front of us chirped up; 'orrrr norrr yerr wornt!!'. When he turned around, looked at us and gave us a wink, we realised that in a stadium of over 40,000 seats, we had chosen the ones directly behind the chairman of Crewe Football Club! We had to laugh, and it cheered me up no end.
And in case you are wondering........orrrr norrrrrr...........we didn't!

2 comments:

Isabel B said... Reply to comment

Not the biggest football fan, but your story made me smile and I will now go and Google to see the 'own goal' you mentioned in your former post. I need all the smiles I can get today :)

Adyblady said... Reply to comment

@Isabel B
Hope you enjoyed it my dear; and keep smiling. I've been reading your blogs too and they are inspirational, not to mention wise. Whatever is happening, you can do it with tears or a smile on your face Hope you choose the latter xxxxxx

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