This will have little or no direct relevance to anyone else but I'm going to tell you a story anyway.
Back in 1999 a very good friend of mine called Russ Dodd invited me, along with a load of his mates, for hospitality at a game at The Madejski. It was Reading v Preston North End.
I had one of the best days you could wish for watching football, even though I wasn't watching The Albion. Russ laid on a coach to take us all from our doorstep to the game and paid for all the drink during the day.
It ranks in the top 5 'most pissed' days EVER and cost me nothing.
During the day I was chatting to Russ and he was telling me how he used to watch Reading from the Terraces at Elm Park and how it was his dream to watch them play in The Premiership.
He was like a little kid in a toyshop, even though he was a hard-nosed businessman making a bucketload of money importing Chickens.
18 months after that day he was DEAD, struck down by cancer at the age of 36.
I've been to The Madejski a number of times since then and have always spared a thought for Russ, a f***ing GREAT bloke, taken away in the cruellest way possible.
I thought about him again today at about 4.50 and how he must be looking down on Reading from his bar in the sky, wishing he could be there sharing in the marvellous scenes.
That's why I'm pleased for Reading
Back in 1999 a very good friend of mine called Russ Dodd invited me, along with a load of his mates, for hospitality at a game at The Madejski. It was Reading v Preston North End.
I had one of the best days you could wish for watching football, even though I wasn't watching The Albion. Russ laid on a coach to take us all from our doorstep to the game and paid for all the drink during the day.
It ranks in the top 5 'most pissed' days EVER and cost me nothing.
During the day I was chatting to Russ and he was telling me how he used to watch Reading from the Terraces at Elm Park and how it was his dream to watch them play in The Premiership.
He was like a little kid in a toyshop, even though he was a hard-nosed businessman making a bucketload of money importing Chickens.
18 months after that day he was DEAD, struck down by cancer at the age of 36.
I've been to The Madejski a number of times since then and have always spared a thought for Russ, a f***ing GREAT bloke, taken away in the cruellest way possible.
I thought about him again today at about 4.50 and how he must be looking down on Reading from his bar in the sky, wishing he could be there sharing in the marvellous scenes.
That's why I'm pleased for Reading