by gulls_aloud » 09 Nov 2010, 13:46
Torquay United chose me when I was a small child. I seem to have been born with the unconditional and largely unrequited love required, something I've never questioned and have grown to be enormously proud of. Like many, I left Devon to go to university, and later to work abroad, and football has always been a way of connecting. My admission of allegiance, to my surprise, has always tended to engender affection rather than pity, even now when I work in the homeland of our bitter rivals up the road
People I barely know look for our results because they know how much it means to me, they congratulate me as if I had been on the pitch when we get a good result and share my disappointment when we don't. It brings me the kind of happiness you can't explain and money can never buy.
For me, it's about nostalgia: the smell of the mud, the tinny sound system, our magnificent clock, sunsets, moon rises, sea mist, doing our best and never, ever giving up.
Torquay United chose me when I was a small child. I seem to have been born with the unconditional and largely unrequited love required, something I've never questioned and have grown to be enormously proud of. Like many, I left Devon to go to university, and later to work abroad, and football has always been a way of connecting. My admission of allegiance, to my surprise, has always tended to engender affection rather than pity, even now when I work in the homeland of our bitter rivals up the road :)
People I barely know look for our results because they know how much it means to me, they congratulate me as if I had been on the pitch when we get a good result and share my disappointment when we don't. It brings me the kind of happiness you can't explain and money can never buy.
For me, it's about nostalgia: the smell of the mud, the tinny sound system, our magnificent clock, sunsets, moon rises, sea mist, doing our best and never, ever giving up.
