Originally Posted by
Seery
I drove home last night alone. Nobody wanted to buy me a drink. No one wanted to go for a drink. I opened my bottle of Southern Comfort and I drank alone.
As you do when drinking alone, I reflected. I remembered this time last year in Whitehall…doused in Champers…everyone buying me drink…everyone drinking with me…flash bulbs flashing everywhere. Great expectations. Great hopes. The train had left the station, the carriage was full. Alas, last night the room was dark; the only flashes were the flashes of the last nine months going through my tangled mind. The train had sadly returned to the station early and the carriage was empty. OK, I said, as I poured another stiff one. I backed the wrong horse. I made a ****** of it. I should have done this. I should have done that. I should have listened to him. I should have listed to her. Let’s go after Rovers. Let’s go after Collins. Let’s end the dream. Turn off the dimming light and start your life afresh. No hassle. No stress. No abuse. No disloyalty. No dealing with low morals. As I emptied my glass again and made my way to the door to make my way up stairs to start a new life, I stopped.
*********** I took a deep breath a tear fell from my closing eye **********
As I reached to finally turn off the the fading light for ever, I said to my self.
NO F****KING WAY. THEY WON’T F****GING WIN. SEVEN YEARS OF BLOOD GUTS PAIN WILL NOT BE THROWN AWAY.
I filled my glass yet again; the helpings were getting bigger. My mind turned to Breda, Pat, Mark, Eamon, Eddie, Ray, George, John Gill, even Tom on the site, Breifne, Sean Kidd, Paul from Spar, Lorcan, and all my sponsors. Everyone out there touched by the dream. The fading light got brighter; I heard the engine of the train give a little cough. The driver was heading for platform number 1 again. He knew that he won’t be able to drive until morning but he also knew the above passengers and more would be there. As I emptied my glass for the last time, I shed my final tear. Life waits for no man and man must make life happen for himself.
WE WILL BE BACK ON THE TRACK TOMORROW.
I made my way to my waiting bed and as I turned off the light and drifted into my sleep, the dream began again. The dream lives on.
UP THE DUBS.
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