Great. But I havent been invited.
I have been a
season ticket holder and, sob, member, sob, since we first moved to The Vic.
I remember driving there for the first time,the day after poor Di died, with my then 9 year old. Some old bloke was standing by the side of the road holding up a badly written sign that said.
" Games Off".
I was one of about 3,500 the following week at the rearranged fixture.
I've sat there and watched us taken apart, and I dont hide from the fact that once or twice in our darkest times I walked out early. Couldnt take it anymore.
My eldest,now 23 gave up then, and I nearly did too. But a " Keep the faith" post from somebody on here in response to a "WTF was that" whinge from me, kept me honest.
I've seen em come and seen em go.All of 'em. Every last one. From the Sturmans and Arasas to the Sellas and Horans, But like some old Redcoat, resolute, steely eyed,battered but proud and unbowed, I've kept on driving from South Woodford through rain, snow, wind, hail and machine gun fire (actually that last bit is'nt strictly accurate) to take up my appointed place.
I've put up with awful food and staff who purvey it who are so thick it beggers belief. I've had my car vandalised in the Harlequin centre AND got back late there after a game and had to sit up and beg to a Jobsworth to be let in to get my car!
I've turned up on my anniversary and it cost me a fortune in gifts to regain the Memsahibs goodwill. I've cut and run from friend and family to get a to a game. Neither illness nor fortune have stopped me and I've scarcely missed a match.
The point is that I've kept turning up to the Mausoleum that is The Vic since day one. And yes, I've had a wonderful last 2 years. Recompence. Solatium. Ultimate glory.
And of course there have been moments before that to moisten the eye. The Semi final against Munster and the epic comeback against Bath being just 2 and yes, I know the former wasnt at the Vic,so dont write in!
The happy( ish) and easily pleased band that sat with us in those pioneering days of yore ( ED, Enough with the cliches already!) in the lower Rous Block M row J et ses environs have sadly thinned of late. I just looked around, and they were gone.
Some cannot afford the price hike and have given up their seats. Others fell by the wayside due to work, and family. And sad to report, one of our number,a lovely bloke who sat next to me, passed away tragically last year.
Now theres only me left, of the Old Guard. And the old boy in front of me to my left with a Midlands accent who says " Look for the ball" and" Coom on Sarries" a lot.
And I will be there tomorrow. Of course I will. Where else would I be. I can think of no other place on earth where I would rather be
So it would have been nice to have been invited to the party, but hey, I'll take it on the chin and manage somehow to get over it