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  1. You tend to give up when we go behind.
    8 points
  2. I care more about winning the league than kietas personal improvement. He wouldn't start for me now, wait until we are in comfortable positions in games then bring him on.
    8 points
  3. They have to go. For good. All of them.
    6 points
  4. This from Bascombe made me laugh Roy Hodgson has never had a side play so well at Anfield, which is some achievement given that he once was the manager here.
    6 points
  5. Never met my Dad's father. I literally know nothing about him. My Dad told me more about Bill Shankly than my own grandad. My mum had two dad's. Her biological dad who died before I was born was shot in the war and only had one lung. He was sent to a recovery hospital in Hoylake and died when my Mum was young. My Nan remarried to a fella who ran his own transport company and was quite well off. He was also in the war in numerous places. My dad told me that they were in a pub in Blackpool once and this fella with a false leg marched over to him and hugged him. My grandad looked at him and asked him what he was doing. The fella said "i was on the beach in Dunkirk and had my leg blown off, you picked me up and carried me off the beach when bullets were flying everywhere". My grandad asked him how he knew it was him. He said "your nose mate, your nose is fucking massive and it's the one thing I remembered before I passed out in agonising pain". Apparently this fella had been trying to trace him for years. He was a harsh fella though and the tightest cunt you could have ever met. Probably where my ma gets it from. When he died and his house got sold I got £500. Me and my mate decided to go to Munich for a beer and footy weekend. My ma called me disrespectful by spending his money going to Germany as he'd nearly died countless times fighting them!
    6 points
  6. My Mum''s Dad died a few months after they migrated to Australia from Germany in 1954. She was 10. My Croatian Grand Father, Dad's Dad, I only met once when I visited Yugoslavia in 1975. He was born in the time of the Austro-Hungarian Empire. My step grandfather was an ace bloke, who made the best ever Sunday morning breakfasts when I used to stay at his house on a Saturday night with Mum and Dad out at a dance. It was kind of bubble and squeak leftovers from the week, belly pork bacon and fried eggs. He and I ate it straight out of the cast iron frying pay, with just a fork each. When he died, I took the frying pan.
    5 points
  7. I'm staunchly opposed to the guy politically and I think he carries a significant amount of blame for the assholic superfight negotations with Floyd*, but we really have been privileged to watch Manny Pacquiao fight. From the night he freely assaulted Barerra and left that All-time-great fighter in a heap to him destroying Hatton and 10 years later still kicking ass at the top of one boxing's deepest divisions - we have seen one of the top 20-30 guys to ever lace them up. Manny is 40-years-old and he doesn't even box full time for a living, anymore. He has another full time job, and he's the next presumptive president of an 80m+ populated country. Put aside Barrera, Morales, Marquez, Cotto, De La Hoya. Just in the last 5 years, this fella has beaten the shit out of Jeff Horn, Jessie Vargas, Tim Bradley, Lucas Matthysse and Adrien Broner. Terrence Crawford and Errol Spence are widely regarded as being P4P fighters and they cannot come close to the level of opposition, that's how good he is. *The Mayweather fight should have happened in 2010, and I will never forgive either fighter for the bullshit they pulled to stop it happening. We should have had our Ali-Frazier and instead of this once in a lifetime fight, we got primadonna cuntishness that has influenced an entire generation of Haymon fighters, evidenced by the chickenshit state of the welterweight division, god forbid anyone take on a real challenge.
    5 points
  8. The thing for me is that I'm so desperate for us to win it, I genuinely can't enjoy it and I really really want to. I went to my first match in 1977 so I've seen some of the greatest Liverpool sides to ever grace a pitch, but if we win it this year it will be up there with the best of them. Reason being, in times of financial doping, to do what we've done when we've had to sell to buy is nothing short of remarkable. We are in a great position and looking at the remaining fixtures, City have it all to do. 2014 was soul destroying but this would hurt so much more. No doubt City have the better individuals but we have the better team. It's the sum of the parts etc etc. I really do need to stop drinking.
    5 points
  9. I unfortunately did not get to experience the massive benefits of having a grandad. Due to family circumstances, war and illness I missed out on 4 of them, unlucky I know. But the best I can do its be a great influence on my two grandchildren. The eldest is five, she is amazing and makes me laugh, she really is a light in my life. If it had not been for her and the laughter she brings it would have been very difficult navigating a recent tragedy in my life. We go out on Grandad and Granddaughter days out as often as her school holidays allow. Or I buy her some arts and crafts type stuff and she makes a massive mess of my daughter's home. I thought being a dad was fun, it was and is. Being a grandad is millions of times better.
    4 points
  10. I only meant to type something brief. I've put it behind NSFW tags for those who don't want sentimentalist clap-trap forced on them... Warning! The following content is NOT WORK SAFE. Click the Show button to reveal. This is how I remember it. Maybe it didn't happen exactky like this. But this is how I remember it. My dad isn't in to footy. He's a quiet guy. Enjoys having his family around him. Likes a bit of gardening. I was like him in a lot of ways, but in others I was very different. I supported Liverpool. I loved footy. We weren't skint but we weren't loaded. I had a red and white hat and scarf - and my pride and joy a leather Liverpool football with red and white hexagons. An actual casey. I had seen the games on Telly and I had decided that I wanted to be part of it. The swaying crowd. The singing. However those crowds were my dad's nightmare. It just wasn't his thing. Maybe a bit out of his comfort zone. He wasn't keen. Dad guessed the fad would pass and I would move onto something else. But I didn't. I pestered him relentlessly to take me to a game. I had no idea that it wasn't really his thing. I just wasn't aware enough to sense it. One day he came home from work with two tickets. I couldn't believe it. I was actually going to a game. I remember looking at them so often that I know every inch of them. We did a dry run over to Liverpool a week or two before the game. Dad wanted to be sure he knew where he was going. To be honest I just thought it was day out. I didn't realise it was a dry run over so dad knew where he was going. I just thought it was a great day trip. Walking aaround an empty Anfield was different in them days. The houses came right up to the ground. No superstore trying to get your cash. In fact the shop was just a tiny corner shop type of thing. It was shut and had grill shutters down, but I still remember a Ray Clemence book on display in the window. I wondered if the shop was open would Dad get it for me? Eventually, the night of the match came around. It was cold. I had put on my hat and scarf a long time before dad got home from the factory. I had a pot noodle for tea. They were pretty new to the market. It tasted nice but I couldn't eat it. I was too excited. Mum insisted I took something to eat and made me a sandwich, but I didn't touch it. We were going to Liverpool!! I don't remember much else about the journey. My next memory is inside the ground. Walking up the steps of the Kemlyn Road stand. I remember going towards our entrance to our seats. All that stood in our way was a friendly looking steward shuffling foot-to-foot to keep warm. He spoke to my dad. "You can come in mate, but he'll have to stay here. He looks like one of them football hooligans." Dad laughed. I smiled although my mind was elsewhere. I was thinking the view was like from beyond that entrance. As we entered my senses were in overload. The grass was so green. Unbelievably bright green. The best grass I had ever seen in my life. The noise. The grass. The sounds. Unbelievable. Flags were waving. Red and white checkered flags. I struggled to take it all in as we took our seats. I can't remember much about the game, but I remember my dad saying "That's Cally. You're privileged to have seen him play, you know!". Maybe he did know something about footy after all. In my study there is some stuff hanging on the wall. My guitar. Some fancy love hearts the missus has hung up. And of course the ticket stubs from my first game. Dad kept them. He framed them and gave them to me a few years back. Bit faded, but they look great! Was it really 40-odd years ago? Dad's got Parkinson's now. Pretty much housebound. The most altruistic bloke I have ever met in my life. Would love to go one more game with him.
    4 points
  11. Saturday Jan 12: Brighton 0 L 1 We’re not going to win by three or four every week so we may as well get used to games like this. We were never in any real danger but no matter how comfortable you are, when its only 1-0 you always get a moment or two where it potentially could go wrong. Brighton had only one move of any real note, and it needed a great block by Fabinho to prevent them equalising. We controlled things throughout but didn’t do much in front of goal and found it tough against their defensive set up. A bit of trickery from Mo decided it, and such is the desperation of so many to see us fuck things up that somehow even a good guy like Salah is now being portrayed as a villain. A year ago everyone loved him. Now that we might win the title, suddenly he’s getting the Suarez treatment. Seriously, if you’ve convinced yourself there was anything dodgy about that penalty, then you need a long break from football because your hatred of the Reds is completely fucking up your perspective. Chris Hughton had no complaints even though it was his team on the receiving end. Yet all manner of people who don’t even have a horse in the right are calling blue murder. No-one boils piss like we do. Not sure why like, but fuck it. Today’s transfer rumour sees United in for Coutinho. My gut instinct is he will be at Barca for years to come as he’ll turn things around, but if they decide they want rid of him then he’s going to end up in Manchester. Whether it’s City or United I don’t know, but we probably won’t go for him and his options are therefore going to be seriously limited as very few teams could afford him. Tell you something else too, if we don’t go for him then he’ll feel completely justified in joining United and won’t have a second’s regret about it. It’s like that bullshit from Suarez about how he wouldn’t come back to England because he wouldn’t want to play for another club over here out of respect to us. 100% bollocks. Footballer’s generally just don’t think like that. If we don’t make them an offer then all bets are off and they’ll take whatever the best deal is for them, regardless of who it’s with. Coutinho would play for United and Suarez would go to Chelsea, Arsenal or City (I don’t think he’d join United because there’s too much bad blood there) in a fucking heartbeat. All things considered, I’ve now talked myself into rooting for Coutinho to do well at Barca simply to stop him resurfacing in Manchester. Sunday Jan 13: I was trying to figure out who had the most ridiculous statement of the weekend. Was it Neil Warnock’s amazing “to hell with the rest of the world” Brexit rant, or Rio Ferdinand’s completely out of left field attack on Newcastle fans / defence of Mike Ashley on BT. Difficult one to call as they were both horrendously misinformed. But then, a lone voice over in Doha cried out “hold my beer!!” “Well said @rioferdy5 . If Rafa loves Newcastle as he says - spend some of his own money. He’s got enough. Management is about teamwork - why should it always be Ashley? Buy it. It’s still for sale. They’re in the bottom 3 & Rafa is responsible. He picks the team.” Is that the worst football take ever? I think it might be you know. Rafa has some responsibility for their league position, but the idea that he should be stumping up cash for new players or buying out Ashley is just inexcusably stupid. As is the fact that people still employ this soft cunt. Richard Keys is an unfunny, unpleasant fucking simpleton. His tefal headed grinning goon of a sidekick can fuck off too. Pair of wankers. Monday Jan 14: Trent will be out for a month with a knee injury. Bit of confusion here though, as it was reported that he rolled his ankle before the game on Saturday. Now it’s his knee? And he’s out for a month? Letting him play that game isn’t looking so smart now, and nor is the decision to loan out Clyne. I said my piece on that last week though. In other news, I’m in a bad way today. Some kind of stomach flu or something. Felt like shite all today, and it got especially bad when I was driving back from the school run. Chronic heartburn, not helped by the packet of bacon rasher crisps I had for lunch. Every time I’d burp, I’d get that bacon taste all over again. Grim. As much as I love those crisps I’m never eating them again as long as I live. Anyway, I got home, went to bed and lay there trying to control my breathing so I wasn’t sick. I lasted about an hour before it beat me. I didn’t even make it to the bathroom, I just about got to the door when it came surging up. I desperately tried to keep my mouth shut but it just came gushing out anyway. First through my nose, then through my mouth. Vile, disgusting spew everywhere. I guess that’s what it must feel like being Richard Keys. Try as you might, you can’t stop it, so may as well just let it flow. Tuesday Jan 15: Day two of the sickness. Not puking anymore but couldn’t get out of bed all day and could barely even open my eyes without feeling dizzy and nauseous. As a result, I have no idea what is happening in the world around me as I’m just in a daze. I guess this is what it must feel like being Paul Merson. Wednesday Jan 16: City are crying about their fixture list. What is it they’re so upset about? Champions League fixtures clashing with big league games perhaps? Nope. The FA Cup then? Nope. Ah right, the League Cup semi then? Kind of, but not in the way you’d think. They’re bitching about something called the EFL Cup, which if you’re anything like me you just had to google. Turns out they wanted to play their under 21 side in the second leg against Burton, but they can’t because they entered them in the EFL Cup and have a game against Sunderland the night before they play Burton. They wanted to move it and were told no. Quite right too. Why should Sunderland agree to move a game because some Premier League big shot has entered a team into a competition they have no business being in and now don’t have the players to field a competitive team? Absolute wankers. Fuck City. I hate everything about them these days. The self entitled financial doping twats. I hope old Chrome Dome Pep has to field his senior players at Burton and I hope Burton kick fuck out of them in revenge for the humiliation they suffered last week. And then I hope Sunderland kick the shit out of their kids too. Sickness update: I shit myself today. Literally shit myself. Farted and followed right through. Thankfully I was in the house when it happened, which is one of the many benefits of working from home. I’m not saying that working from home means it’s ok to shit yourself, but there is an increased risk of it happening as the consequences just aren’t as severe, so you’ll I mean I knew I’d had the squirts all week and that if I just let it rip then an unstoppable stream of shite was going to come out, but I did it anyway. Again, I guess this is what it must be like being Richard Keys on a Saturday afternoon in Doha. Thursday Jan 17: New deal for Robbo. Usually these new contracts don’t mean much to me unless it’s a player who there was a risk might leave. Otherwise what does it mean other than a pay rise for a lad who is already loaded anyway? This is different though. There was never any chance of Robbo leaving or any doubt he’d sign a new deal, but I’m made up with this and the reason is precisely because of the pay rise. More money for Robbo? Get in! Whatever he’s getting, he deserves more. Seriously. I don’t think it’s possible to pay this lad enough. Brilliant player but an even better human being. I fucking love Andy Robbo. So does everybody though. It’s very rare you find a player that has 100% approval rating among fans. Even great players of the past have often had their critics. Gerrard, Carragher, Suarez even. Andy Robbo’s approval rating is as high as any player I can ever remember though. I don’t think I’ve ever seen even one fan being critical of him. Not being Alberto Moreno obviously helps, but it’s more than that. Best left back in the world and also a world class lad who knows where he came from. He should get a new contract every week. Also today, Mourinho showed up over on BeIN Sports. It sounds strange for me to say this, but I’m a little disappointed. Seriously, I thought he was better than that. This is the domain of the Big Sams and Slimeball Pardews of this world. Mourinho ought to be above that, but apparently he’s not. Not entirely sure what the point of it was, as under the terms of his pay off he’s not allowed to discuss what went wrong at United. So instead he took the airwaves to protest his innocence in the sale of Salah when he was at Chelsea. “I bought the kid. I did not sell him. Chelsea sold him.” He’s a fucking case isn’t he. He wouldn’t answer questions about Pogba as he isn’t allowed, but he reeled off a list of great players he managed who he never had a falling out with and invited everyone to join the dots. Those dots being “if you act like a professional and aren’t shit then you won’t have a problem”. Meanwhile, Curtis Jones is apparently on the radar of clubs in Germany. Yawn. Is there anything more tiresome than this bollocks? There’s not a week goes by we don’t hear about this new ‘threat’ to the English game. Yesterday it was Hudson-Odoye supposedly wanting to join Bayern and the English press are all wringing their hands about “German clubs hoovering up all our young talent”. Jesus. There’s one lad at Dortmund, and that’s it. Load of shite. No way is Curtis Jones leaving here to go to Germany. Friday Jan 18: Ox should be back soon but we won’t see Brewster this season according to Klopp. Not gonna lie, that has set off major alarm bells for me. He was only meant to be out for a few months but it’s turned into something much more serious, and it’s hard when it happens to a kid that age because he’s missing around 18 months of development. It’s hard enough for kids to make it anyway, but take away 18 months of much needed experience and progression and to be brutally honest, there’s very few that will be able to overcome that. Klopp loves him and will no doubt give him every opportunity, but Solanke couldn’t get a sniff and he was three years older and more well polished, so Brewster has it all to do, especially with Bobby Duncan coming up quickly on the rails. Brewster is going to need another season to get back to what he was before, and is he patient enough to stick it out here if he’s not in the first team? The previous flirtations with Germany suggest maybe not, but I guess much will depend on whether we get him the right loan move. Some talk today that Lallana is going to end up at Rangers. Hahaha behave! He’s injured, not dead. As if a 30 year old Premier League player on 100k a week is gonna drop down to what is basically League One standard football and wages. No disrespect to Stevie, but Lallana would be appalled at the suggestion of dropping down that far. It wasn’t the most ridiculous rumour of the day though. Some reports have us bidding £70m for a Portuguese teenager playing for Benfica. The ‘bid’ was rejected because they want double. Yeah sure, ok. Even more ridiculous than that one is Spurs apparently trying to buy Origi. Yeah, because Daniel Levy is prone to panic buying like that isn’t he? Kinell. Whoever is coming up with this shite isn’t even trying. Just fling enough shit and hope it attracts the right amount of clicks. In case you’re wondering, I’m feeling considerably better today but still have a runny arse. I’m currently lashing down the imodiums so I can get through the game tomorrow without dribbling down my own leg. I guess that’s what it must feel like to be Alberto Moreno. Until next week then….
    3 points
  12. New Order Satis I See A Ship In The Harbour.
    3 points
  13. In what way chief? I've not seen the full video.
    3 points
  14. I never had a granddad. Grandma and Nana were both single mums. Reading this thread I never knew what I missed. It made me sooo happy for you guys reading some of those posts. Luckily my dad is an amazing bloke (you can read about him here); I couldn't love him more than I do - but still would have liked a couple of Grandads.
    3 points
  15. 3 points
  16. The spotted Stan smiths deserve a fucking good casual kicking. I’d say 30% of his collection is shit. Also, shoes are to be worn, not displayed like some extra from sex and the city. the ice blue marathons, lovely shoe, I have the green ones and they stand up well to the conditions, but the white ones are fucking shite. not every colour combo of trim trabbs or forest hills looks good. he’s wasted some good fucking money, instead of investing in some timeless classics. Quality not quantity Dom, you fuckhead.
    3 points
  17. He's a dull, repetitive troll. Try not to engage.
    3 points
  18. Ox's goals against City cloud our opinion of him. He was up and down last season too, yet has played regular football in the PL for 5/6 seasons. Keita just needs games, not sub appearances in the 90th minute.
    3 points
  19. Not long after both were sacked from Inter & Liverpool they attended some LMA meal or do or something, along with some other managers & celebs. A poster heard about it from someone who was there and he relayed it onto the rattle. Anyway the story goes that Roy Hodgson was there and Rafa absolutely slaughtered him for laying the blame of his failings on Benitez's door. Next was his absolute bullshit about Rafa banning Kenny from Melwood and them two not seeing eye to eye, more bullshit put to bed by Paul. Rafa was absolutely fucking lit with rage and Hodgson had no answer for any of it.
    3 points
  20. My maternal grandfather died years before I was born and the only thing I have of his is his name. My paternal grandfather died when I was four but I still have vivid memories of him. He was typical of most Irishmen of his generation; hard working and tough as nails. He got a year long ban from attending GAA matches for hopping the fence to go join in on a fight. When we went to visit every second Sunday, my dad would buy a box of fags and give them to me to pass them on to him. When we got to house, I would give him the pack of ciggies, he would rub my hair and say "the blessings of God be on you." Apparently, my granny hated to see him smoking, so he would be delighted when one of his kids would sneak him a pack. Good thing he sired eleven of them, eight daughters and three sons. They lived a hard but happy life. My dad lived in house with a mud floor until he was five and still vividly remembers when they got their first telly. Sometimes, it's hard to believe, with all the modern comforts I and my peers enjoy, that I am only generation away from a life that hard. I was at my aunt's 70th birthday party last night and they had all eleven lined up for a photo. It was an amazing sight to behold in and of itself.
    3 points
  21. I get my butler to do my voting for me.
    3 points
  22. *unfolds paper to reveal Dignitas form*
    3 points
  23. My Paternal Grandad died sadly a few years before I was born but I've heard a lot told to me about him over the years. A republican who fought in the war of independence. He later became a founding member of Fianna Fail where I grew up and a foreman for the County Council and would cycle everyday to work. Managed to woo and marry my nan (also sadly long departed) at 44 despite being 20 years older than her and spent 20 happy years together before his death. Apparently a lovely kind man who sadly died from a brain tumour when he was 64. My dad to this day still chokes up when talking about him. My maternal Dad was a hardy little Welshman from Pontypool, worked down the mines until he joined the air force and became a navigator in WW2. His plane was shot down flying from France to England and they crash landed killing 3 of his party. He was in hospital for 2 years after. He was also a beautiful kind soul and I fondly remember him with his arms outstretched to meet me with this beaming smile whenever he called to our house. I moved to Ireland when I was very young and sadly didn't get to see much more of him before he died.
    3 points
  24. Kuyt played ahead of him because he was a considerably better footballer.
    2 points
  25. Benitez absolutely murdered his career. He had a lot of talent and needed an attack minded manager to teach him how turn that into effectiveness in games. Instead he very quickly became the 65-75 minute panic button option when we were either losing or drawing due to shithouse negative tactics. He’d be thrown on to the pitch on the left, which to anybody with a pair of eyes could tell you didn’t suit him or what the team needed, and he would spend 20 mins getting the ball cutting inside and getting tackled or having blocked shots. The odd games he would start on the right he would play well and look comfortable and then that would be it, you wouldn’t see him for weeks as Kuyt was back in pissing everyone off. After years of being in and out of first team football in his early years he clearly became disillusioned at probably the worst point of his career for it to happen. He seems like a nice fella I think and will forever be a legend for that Howard Webb photo. I think he’s being pretty nice when he discusses his time here and what went wrong. He was hung out to dry but still seems to be a fan
    2 points
  26. Got cock blocked by my uncle (RIP).
    2 points
  27. Mate, have a day off, you wet wipe.
    2 points
  28. This cunt at a Make America Great Again rally. Standing in front of this native American who was performing a cultural dance. This cunt just stands there in his face laughing at him.
    2 points
  29. Well, how many people on here are lying about you? It's one, isn't it? A tedious, dimwitted, Islamophobic, Tory troll. So, put him on ignore. For your own sanity, and that of anyone having to read the absolute eye aids when anyone engages with him on here.
    2 points
  30. It is all they have...their own team are just a beige nothing - bobbing along doing fuck all and they have nothing to get excited about and anger is largely pointless (even though they do it so well) as they all know they are what they are....mid table mediocre nobodies - and that is their lot. So they get all their excitement, passion, adrenaline and highs, lows etc from hating us.
    2 points
  31. Negged for explaining that you negged him for thinking he had to explain the neg.
    2 points
  32. “ casual “ my arse. Jay from the Inbetweeners.
    2 points
  33. This paying for subs thing you constantly bring up is getting a bit tedious @rico1304. You don’t know their financial situations. Even Dave doesn’t seem to mind them contributing to the forum. I’m honestly happy to buy two subscriptions on top of my current one for you to stop this crusade.
    2 points
  34. He thought he was bigger than the club and we were lucky to have him just because we had ownership issues at the time. I actually think he resented only getting offered such a role when we were in the shit and not because he's the best manager ever who's skills have transfer from Tromso or whatever.
    2 points
  35. Best game the lad's played in some time imo. Looked much better going forward, much more progressive with his passing and his pressing was excellent. Once again, Henderson certainly seems to benefit from Fabinho's presence in the side, frees him up to get forward a bit more. He definitely seems to have lost a yard or two of pace though, when Zaha was tormenting Milner in the 2nd half Henderson offered very little protection, whether his legs had gone or his tactical awareness had again been found out, defensively Zaha had him and Milner on toast. And probably best not to mention the hospital ball he fed to Milner which was directly responsible for the red card. Regardless, much improved and he needs to build upon this performance.
    2 points
  36. Usually the day before for me.
    2 points
  37. Sack Rafa Benitez. Ignore Kenny. Give the job to this absolute fraud. A lot of water under the bridge since, but still infuriating.
    2 points
  38. 2 points
  39. It ain’t no Flakka, that’s for sure. I’m derailing Stig’s coming out thread here so I’ll just finish by saying give that documentary a watch.
    2 points
  40. Credit where it's due but Henderson is never a worry against low quality sides, it's against the top ones that he's completely outgunned. It's not his fault, it's just top trumps.
    2 points
  41. He’ll be on the phone to Pep apologising again tonight.
    2 points
  42. Ultimately it's his hard work to create the fourth goal which has won the 3 points for us today.
    2 points
  43. We will score four Edit: there's the first!
    2 points
  44. My Maternal Grandad was an alco. Never abusive to anyone or anything like that but just put drink before his 9 kids and called all his grandchildren by the only names he ever cared to remember. Apparently he started drinking when his brother had to leave Ireland and went to the US due to IRA related activities and he really missed him. He would be 91 if he was alive today. Originally from Waterford but lived and died in Dublin. My Paternal Grandad I never really knew. Originally from somewhere near South Wales, he moved back to the UK from Ireland when we in turn moved back to Ireland from the UK when I was a kid. That overlap meant we never really saw him and when my folks split up I was defo never going to see him. Apparently I get my musical love from him. Not sure what he was like as a father so can't really say much about him. My kids grandad on my wife's side is ace and would do anything for his kids. A great benchmark for me in the future.
    2 points



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