Another theme I’ve picked up on from others is music… dad nurtured my passion for rock and roll too…
Endless trips to see legends of the 60s & 70s - I was blessed with a musical education like no other… again down to dad and my mum too…
From pints with Fairport to meeting Peter Green outside the Sunderland Empire… to Mountain, Keith Emerson, Jackson Browne, the Hollies, Manfred Mann, the Quo, ELO, the Eagles, Clapton, Billy Joel, Elton John, Neil Young, Dylan… the mighty Purps, Bad Company, Wishbone Ash, Colosseum, David Gates… even the Incredible String Band… and many, many more.
He bought my first guitarand helped find the one, my US Fender strat via a friend… that guitar got mentioned by that same friend at the funeral… I think he was gutted he’d sold it… well, it’s going nowhere ! lol
It’s little wonder I’m surrounded by music, especially of that era… only last night I was listening to Fly by Night by Rush… an era like no other, I was blessed to see so many of the above acts before age took its toll…
I was lucky… I know…
Thanks again for all the posts…
Peace be the journey![]()
condolences and RIP .....my old man started taking be over to the goldstone when I was 8 ....I can still remember some of the nights , bovril , burgers , the floodlights and the smell from the bogs...!!! xxxxDad passed away on the 6th of February, after a mercifully short but brutal battle with pancreatic cancer.
I loved him dearly, and will miss him more than words could ever convey.
Of the many gifts he gave me, one was this football club - in an act of typical selflessness, a lifelong Sheffield United fan, like his dad a Blade - surely one of his sons would follow him to the Lane…? not so, my brother fell for the charms of Man Utd… but me, not a bit if it, I chose to support the Albion… lol, living in Cheshire at the time, it all made perfect sense…
Back to the selflessness, rather than try to persuade me to support a more geographical reasonable club, he went out of his way to nurture my love for this provincial south coast club… circa 85 I had a junior replica shirt, doubtless rare back then… I’m not sure how he even managed to buy one?!? But he did… he managed to arrange for me to be mascot, for my ninth birthday at Newcastle… where we’d moved… he took me everywhere in the glorious 90s… the Goldstone, away at every northern outpost imaginable to watch us lose nearly every time… he did all of this whilst he knew we could have been at the Lane with his own dad more often… I’m not sure, as a Father now, I’d have done the same in his shoes…
So thanks dad - for those trips to Carlisle, Wigan, Doncaster, Lincoln, Scarborough, Darlington, Bradford, Hartlepool and more…
I didn’t realise it at the time but the more I watched us toil the more my love for this club grew…
And it turns out, for you too
Rest in peace dad x