Hi: Drew, Phoenix, Judy
The household is asleep. I’m much calmer now, enjoying a cup and a good pipe while gathering my thoughts. It’s the best time to write although there’s a long, long way to go with my, Memoirs of a Dutiful Footballing Nut.
I’ve told you many times in the past, dear friends, that it takes a few days after a defeat (any defeat!) to expunge the disappointment out of my blood stream. Well, I’m slowly recovering and it’s beginning to feel like normal service resumed (although the stinging pangs continue to flash through in fleeting moments).
I’m taking the cue from you. I’m keeping the Faith, quietly, despite all those those warring inner voices. Mrs TSM and I are returning to South Africa this evening to attend a family wedding. Will be spending the next three months there. Hopefully, I shall be able to catch Popey and Whelan on radio on Saturday and, of course, for the remaining five games thereafter.
What will be will be,
The future’s not ours to see…