It”s that time of year again.
Season done. Hopes and dreams locked away once more until next time.
After all the dust has settled and we are sitting on the beach with our hankies on our heads, Money Shop monogrammed budgie smugglers barely covering our naughty bits and our skin turning the colour of Steve Morgan’s face after we’ve just been stuffed 5-1 at home by the saddos from sandwell, what have we got to show for a season that started with such high hopes and ended as flat as a witches tit?
Sod all really.
Injuries, departures, crass decisions in high places and insipid performances on the pitch have left us all feeling completely underwhelmed.
Is there any happy memory that we can look back on and treasure over the close season?
The Third Annual Bloggers’ Ball!
It was blessed, as the two previous have been, with a perfect Spring day. The Park View was bathed in sunshine as the Bloggers arrived for a pre-match quickie.
It was so good to meet up with the regulars again. It’s odd to think that some of us have only met a couple of times but I count you all as good mates.
There were some new faces too, which was good to see, but let’s have more next year Eh?
As everybody who has attended a BB knows, it’s not a posh get together for an elite few (have you seen Clive’s table manners?). It’s just a few mates having a quiet drink before the match, a slightly less quiet drink after the match and a rather noisy nosh in the evening for those who choose.
..Oh! And I think that there might be some football involved as well. Although, on the evidence of the season just finished, I’m not too sure about that.
I’m going to keep this short so I won’t list all who were there. Suffice to say we enjoyed a few beers, some lively conversation and the company of a few Sheffield Wednesday fans who breezed in and turned out to be almost human.
And they said that they’d let us win just to make our day.
The evening meal was good fun but the silly tie competition was a bit of a damp squib. Clive’s was unrepeatable, Stu Wolf’s was unelectable, TwixFixes was uneatable and mine was unplayable – two thirds passed on to the great Bloggers’ Ball in the sky and one with dodgy knees.
Sunday morning saw the ones who had stayed the night, playing ‘Hunt the Clive’ over breakfast.
We’re still looking, he must have hidden well.
As always, yours truly was there to make sure that some of the proceedings were immortalised on film for future generations to marvel at.
And, as always, yours truly had a bit of trouble doing it. The sound, in places, leaves a lot to be desired (as does the cast). Apologies for that
But it’s here and on general release with a PG rating. (Puerile Gobbledygook). So watch and enjoy.
It only remains for me to thank all bloggers for their contributions over the season, especially Thomas for keeping the thing going under huge pressure of work, Ben Rasmin for his welcome and erudite match reports and Ben for keeping the faith and attending the Wolves Parliament meetings.
And on a very personal note, I am now clear of the cancer that affected my right tonsil and on the road back to what passes for normality in the DOOGooder household. I have received loads of support from family and friends over several months of complete hell and I thank all of you who have telephoned me with good wishes, sent get well cards (and cartoons, you have a very talented husband Border Wolf!) or messages on the blog.
They were all received with grateful thanks and helped me through a very dark night time of the soul.
It’s put a lot of things into perspective for me.
Whatever happens next season, it’s only football and, in the great scheme of things, matters little.
Oh! If only I could believe that!