A short story of hope through despair
In 82 had tickets for coach and final in Rotterdam. Sunday evening strolling home from local pub to find blue flashing lights (When the Police actually turned up) at my moms house where i lived only to find house had been burgled. Me and my old mans tickets for coach and final and spending money - all gone

The pain has stayed with me for 40+ years
Watched the game on neighbours TV and the tears of joy from winning were mixed with sadness as i was not there. I like a few in the 90's, thought a long period of sustained success was to follow and there would be other opportunities........ Thanks to Ellis they never came
A while a go a great opportunity arose to visit Rome ( a place we have always wanted to go) but it was the day after the potential Europa league final. I edged my bets and thought "Vila will let us down like the FA cup semi, Conference league etc" What a fool i am

My missus has tried to console me saying that last time i did not go - we won. Last time we played a German team them in red us in white we won.
God i hope she is right. Will probably not even have a drink tonight as have a 7am flight in morning....but if we do
Then Rome may be a bit of a blur
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