The Wolves Blog Postcard has safely crossed the Atlantic to Clive in sunny Houston, Texas. Massive thanks go to him for taking part and sharing some of his Wolves experiences. Over to Clive…
First Molineux impression.
How awesomely green the pitch was. This was back in 1950something, probably 1955 or 1956.
My “Uncle Don”, a neighbor from up the street was walking down to the bus stop, and me, being a cheeky sod even back then, asked him where he was going.
To the match, he replied.
Whats a match, and can I come?
Ask yer mum.
So I did, and I went, and thus began a fifty plus year love affair with Wolverhampton Wanderers.
A million memories, like all of us old ‘uns, some good, some great, some bad and some downright horrible!
I came to America before the Premiership was formed, and before all the obscene amounts of money were bandied about, and I feel football has lost its soul because of it, but that doesn’t stop me enjoying it.
Americans have a funny take on sport.
They cannot understand the passion and wholehearted commitment I have to The Wolves.
They move around the country a lot, mainly with jobs, and switch sports allegiance to the city they move to.
And when my Englishness is noticed I always get ” I suppose you like Manchester”, and “We love Beckham”.
The bad thing about being here is I don’t get to see the lads, and the good thing about living here is I don’t get to see the lads!!
I miss the camaraderie of regulars at The Mol, but I don’t miss the piss taking when we lose!
A huge plus when we were in the Prem, was early kick offs, which take place at 6 in the morning over here, and having my loving wife cook me a full English while I’m watching the game.
In particular, that wonderful day in 2003 when we beat United with a Kenny Millar goal.
I could go on and on for ever, with memories and anecdotes, but enough boring stuff, suffice it to say, I have my Wolves shrine, I have a huge box full of Wolves shirts which will never be worn, and the Wolves logo is on all sorts of things dotted around the house, and I have even stolen it as my company logo.
My wife is like all Wolves wives, long suffering but fully understanding, finally. She has been brainwashed into the response to F… O, ………………………West Brom!
The Scarf and the Postcard get their first public outing, proudly displayed at The Richmond Arms pub in chilly Houston, Texas last night, 12.12.12.
Houston Lobo from Sedgley and James from Missouri City gallantly braved the arctic like 50 degree weather to attend Houston Wolves first annual Christmas Party and quiz (Wednesday nights is quiz night at The Arms).
Despite some quite brilliant brain work The Wolves quiz team finished where the Wolves football team will probably finish, but with not so many points. We came 7th with 70 points, a brave but ultimately futile attempt.
Still, several pints of Boddingtons and a wonderful steak and mushroom pie later, we were feeling no pain, and a splendid time was had by all.
The Scarf has now been reverently tucked away with all my other wonderful Wolves memorabilia, and the postcard will be winging its way to Canada in the merest hint of time.
A merry FOWB to you all.
Thomas: You can follow the progress of the Wolves Blog Postcard on a new section of the site I’ve created specifically for it.