Haha, after the lovely meal and Brian Horne looking after my family (he really was such a lovely bloke) I was a bit concerned when that my girls wouldn’t be interested in the football and welcomed them at half time to a life of pain!
How wrong I was, beautiful moments jumping up and down in the arms of my eldest girl (13) when the goals went in and at the final whistle. My youngest seemed more upset that a fight didn’t break out for the red card and when the police lined up between the lower Dockers and the away fans- I do worry about her.
Meet up with my Uncle and cousin, who are regulars in the lounge, and had the time of my life. Couldn’t fault the club for the package, fantastic service- if only I could afford to pay for it myself! We all had the days of our lives.