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Today at midday a friend of mine passed away, someone I'd known since moving to Ipswich at the age of 3.
Whilst he was a town fan, he wasn't a regular attendee.
As kids with our parents, and into teens as a group from the estate. our We took him to Charlton for the famous 3-2 FA Cup win the day Deller won the darts, and he was one of dozens of Chantry kids there the day Dozzell made history.
I travelled to Ipswich specifically to see him last Saturday in Parkview, opposite Chantry Park. Told him I'd be back to see him Sunday warning him I'd have a monster hand over. He was in good spirits, but looked dreadful.
But when I noticed the WhatsApp messages weren't being viewed let alone responded to I knew. I let it get to me and had a row with a colleague that almost went beyond words, he's 6-5 and 25 stone... I'm a lot shorter and lighter.
Got a message from my oldest male offspring offering condolences for my loss, he'd seen it on FB and knew my friend as he'd taught 2 of my kids. Then a LinkedIn message from his older brother. I cried a little, I didn't when either my mother or step-mother passed away. Explain that.
Dropped a WhatsApp on one of the Town fans I'd met on day of Naaaridge game who told me he'd been taught and inspired enough to take his subject to degree level.
The bitter? Wish he could have lived to see Town get promoted.
The sweet? One more game.
As Shankly said Some people think football is a matter of life and death. I assure you, it's much more serious than that."
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