I’ve written that much, over on Facebook, about the tragedy and travesty that is unfolding at Bury FC, that I don’t feel like adding much more about it here.
But tonight, with tomorrow’s deadline looming, a deadline after which this historic club, after 134 years, will slip from existence, I took my son to Gigg Lane.
This is his club. Not a club he inherited from me, just as I inherited Manchester City from my father, but a club that he gave his heart to of his own accord. It’s a club that I have learned to love because he loves it.
On the journey there we heard a first glimmer of hope over the car radio. A chink of light in long-gathering shadows.
I feel a little more optimistic, but the margins are tight. It will go right down to the wire. It’s not dark yet.
City Jackdaw 
Hope someone steps in and saves the club. Fingers crossed for you both. 💚
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There’s hope-prospective new owner and an extended deadline. Keep those fingers crossed!
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Ah, so that’s where you’ve been – over on Facebook.
I don’t pretend to understand the dynamics of guys and their teams, but I do know what you said about your son and his choice of team is an important part of father-son relationships.
James is growing up, eh?
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He is!
Also, I’ve been having problems with WordPress on my iPad. Posts failing to, well, post, etc. I think I’m going to have to take the app off and download it again to see if that helps.
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Ah yes, the infamous ‘reboot’ trick! Good luck with that and stay in touch!
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