After criss-crossing the globe from the USA(twice) to Canada, to Chile and then down under to Aussie, the Wolves postcard arrived safely in a somewhat less exotic location………. Abergavenny, South Wales, my home for the last 8 years.
The only problem was, the postcard was there……..but I wasn’t. I was 2000 miles away in Pissouri, Cyprus escaping the awful British weather and the interminable Welsh rain.
Cue a helpful Welsh sister-in-law, and a few weeks later the postcard arrived for its own little sojourn in the sun.
Being born in the south of England, I never lived anywhere near Wolverhampton but my dad was born and bred there and I caught the Wolves bug from him as a young child.
I’ve remained completely besotted all my life, an infatuation I have already shared with fellow bloggers in ‘Old Gold Love Affair‘.
Living, variously, in Berkshire, Surrey, Bournemouth and now South Wales, I’ve probably watched Wolves as many times at away grounds as at the Golden Palace. And watching my team has not become any easier now I’m spending large parts of the footy season in Cyprus. All this has never stopped me thinking, reading and talking(my poor wife) about the club I love, far more than is sensible for a man of my age. Obsessed is definitely the word.
We’ve had some decent players in recent times and , of course, the legend that is Steve Bull. But for me, nothing can compare with the team of my youth…. Munro, Bailey, Hibbitt, Richards, Dougan and the rest. Those were the days!
I do feel very positive about what’s happening at the club at the moment, though, and am hopeful that good times are ahead.
Of course lapping up the sun is all very well, but I still have to get my Molineux fix from time to time. So, on the pretence of visiting the mother-in-law, me, the wife and, of course, the postcard, flew back to the freezing cold and rain of Abergavenny in January.
The postcard went for a mercifully brief visit to the mother-in-law’s and then accompanied me and my wife, Kay, up to Wolverhampton for the Bristol City game.
Kay has no interest in football but she loves the weekends spent with the DOOGooders at our favourite Wolverhampton resort, A Parkview Hotel.
As usual, it was great fun, particularly as we were able to celebrate another win, an excellent performance and the present Mrs DOOGooder’s birthday. Perfect.
My wife took that photo, so here’s one with her in it. The love of my life. . .
. . . STEVE BULL!
So now it’s back to Cyprus and this had better be the last live game I see this season.
Because we’re not back until May and that’s when the play-offs start!
