My father died in 2002....
and he is the reason I hate gooners. For 30+ years all I got every Saturday was "Arsenal are second to none." Even if they lost. When I got my first season ticket at Priestfield (Yeah, I'm a Gills fan, hold the laughter) he went batshit. Anyway, the years rolled on and poor health started to get the better of him. He was in hospital when Arsenal secured enough points to be champions and I was quite cheerful that afternoon as I went to visit knowing he'd be made up with the result. He was asleep as I arrived so I took a seat and waited for him to wake up.
he stirred, opened one eye, looked at me and said "I told you they were second to none." He closed his eyes and went back to sleep.

They would be the last words he ever said to me as he died two days later. Looking back I always think 'You bastard, you just couldn't let it go could you?'

I miss him, I miss his skewed views on politics (Nick Griffin meets Maggie Thatcher), I miss putting the world to rights over a pint and yes, I miss the gooner.
The best thing about him being a gooner was having rows with other gooners about being a South London team. Class act, Pops, class act.
( NooShmoo It's a fantazmagorical pile of ultra bollocks, Fri 26 Nov 2010, 20:51, Reply)