Very poignant for me too. My dad was diagnosed with a terminal brain tumour 2 days before the opening match at the Amex. He was 63. This longed for awaited moment of being home was torn away. He got to a game, so saw us play but how bittersweet. He lasted 10 short months, dying on the morning...
Myself and my girls can't make it- I really don't think people in the neighbouring seats would appreciate a really awful sickness bug! Will be cheering at the tv with my bucket clutched safely in my hands. Bleurgh!
Sorry, the 3 of us can't make it :'( Just can't afford £60 the same week we've had to replace our laptop and hubs clutch system on his car. Don't like not going but just not able to.