Sunday, 23 June 2013


Well yes, you may have guessed it, she’s bought the horse! She had him on trial for a few days and chucked lots of things at him (not literally) and rode him doing lots of different horsey things that she does, then she had him vetted on Friday, and he passed (for the uninitiated amongst you a vetting is basically checking it’s healthy and hopefully not going to drop down dead!) The vet really liked him and said he was ‘really athletic’.
Dad, bless him thought the vet was talking about him!
Poor old Dad got really confused about the process of buying the horse in that the OSO had described him as being green, forward going, and short coupled.
As Dad said

‘Why would you want a horse that was coloured green, only went backwards and was like a train!’

To be honest I never could really understand Mum’s enthusiasm for horses, it all seems to be far too much like hard work and dangerous for that matter.

Dad and Roger and Alistair also have a great love of a hugely complicated game; Rugby Union, what a stupid thing to watch! Dad had always played it at school and up at Sheffield Tigers, he loved it. Mum watched him a few times and christened him ‘The M1’ ‘cause all the opposition players just ran over him when he tried to tackle them!

Roger and Alistair played at school and for Tigers and for Derbyshire, (Roger actually captained Derbyshire) and Notts Lincs and Derby, so they were quite good I suppose.

However, I didn’t share their love of the game. It’s really hard to follow, it stops and starts all the time, someone just gets going with the ball and then everyone else just jumps on top of him and the play stops, yet again, they are only allowed to pass the ball backwards to each other (how stupid is that, passing it the opposite way you want to go?!!!) plus they didn’t have ‘rules’ they had ‘laws’ how up your own you know what is that?

I found football to be a MUCH better game to follow, it is dead easy to understand what is going on and far better to watch so I decided that this was the game for me! Dad had always supported Sheffield United, though he hadn’t actually been to a match for donkey’s years, but I persuaded him to take me to a match.

It turned out that the club had a really good area for wheelchairs and they had a fantastic attitude towards people in wheelchairs in that they didn’t stick them in a remote area of the ground where you couldn’t see, but they put us really close to the centre of the pitch where we could see really well and friends and family could all sit with us wheelchair lot, unlike lots of other grounds. All in all it was great and I went loads, rarely missing a home game. In the end all the family got into Sheffield United, and more often than not, we all used to go together as a family which, let me tell you, didn’t happen very often! This enthusiasm for the game permeated beyond the Wood family, in that the Villages, Harrisons and Sutherlands and a lot of my school friends got really into the game, so SU’s crowd got quite a lot bigger because of me!

I loved the game and United so much that I did my work experience there in  year 10, but that, as they say, is another story!

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