BD8 & Beyond, page 20
We had settled up in Northumberland and it was a sad time to have to move back down to Yorkshire but we must all look forward and not dwell on what might have been, I am a firm believer that everything has a purpose and everything happens for a reason.
A person has to stand by what they say, a man’s word is his bond and he can be measured by the strength of his word. Now, this isn’t always the case with certain people, I have noticed this more so since I have returned to the area. There are one or two guys around here who seriously need to take a good look at themselves.
There are half a dozen people that said they wouldn’t have a problem in sorting me a job out but when the push came to the shove, ‘the shouts turned to whispers’. Some people are so full of themselves really and speak before thinking it through, so you should never rely on the promises unless you’re sure that they can become reality because as I’ve experienced, you can end up missing the safety net! My so-called mate Eddie is the most disappointing of the bunch, after all we went through working together, he totally let me down after verbally promising me a management position and then didn’t even bother to answer any of my phone calls or reply to my emails…… “You broke my heart Fredo!” Karma mate Karma. What goes round, comes around and I don’t think I have to put any more names in the frame, the other guys know who they are. Never promise what you can’t deliver because you can end up looking a complete twat or just an everyday ‘gobshite’. Greigy stood tall and was as strong as his word, he managed to push a bit of work my way, even though his business has been through the mill and he’s struggled……top man. So there I was, working as self employed, just doing a little bit and still spending plenty of time with my wife and lad.
That year the season had gone well for the Whites and ended with us clinching promotion to the Championship with a 2-1 home win over Bristol Rovers. The game was so-so but the result was priceless. I was sat with Phil Mc, Mally and Chris Mann and after the game, we had a bloody good drink with Hayton and a few of the other guys…………. a massive season for us and a step closer to getting back into the Premiership.
I’ve spent more time with George than I ever did with my daughter Lucy, when she was his age, more to the working calendar than anything else. Time never stands still for any man and we must live each day as it comes and make the most of what we have.
I was getting pain from a lump in the top of my right thigh, which was a result of the surgery I’d had on the leg. The doctors had said that it was glandular and nothing to worry about but it was aching and I needed it checking out. The scan result came through and the report stated that it was probably cancerous. This was a blow like I’d never felt before, I was numbed, my thoughts were a blur and I honestly thought that this was a bridge too far…. I was shitting it. England played the USA in the World Cup, drawing 1-1 (pathetic) and after the game I sat down with Russ and confided in him regarding the predicament I was in. Hence to say, we had a damn good drink, shed a tear or two and I told him this could be a TKO for me. The next day, Linds, George and I went up to the North East coast for a ‘chill out’ week and when we returned, I was in for a biopsy. The whole of the lump was accessible, so the surgeon cut the lot out, stating that he didn’t think it was a cancerous but obviously couldn’t confirm that until the thing had been to the lab. I sat in the hospital and watched England’s poor performance against Slovenia while pondering my position. A few days later and the results were back, Linds and myself were down at the McMillan hospital and the doctor confirmed that the growth wasn’t cancerous and I didn’t have to have any further treatment. The relief of being given that kind of news is priceless; a statement that money could not buy, the weight that was lifted from my shoulders can not be measured. We may sometimes wallow in self pity and we all have a moan from time to time but we should all count our blessings and give thanks for the good things in our lives. I may occasionally come across as quite aggressive and bad tempered at times but since that day, I really do portray life in a different light and except there are always plenty of people a lot worse off than us. My mother has beaten cancer twice and I cannot imagine the trauma that she endured.
The vascular team at the hospital stated that they were happy with the artery graft and signed me off, stating that no further scans or tests were needed, which was a relief.
I had a new knee cap fit to the right knee through choice, which went well and feels quite good, as the last one was moving about a little and giving me some pain. I can speak of some of the operations I’ve had as though they were something you bought over the counter at the local supermarket but I have no doubt that to the normal bloke on the street, they would be a daunting obstacle to face. I’m definitely not trying to come across as a clever or condescending prick, these are just fences on the racecourse of my life.
So here we are, 2011, treading the boards of existence……… health’s good, I have a super wife, a fantastic young son and a lovely daughter, who is now a grown woman building her own life. I’d like to think that I’m a good husband, as well as a great dad and hope that I’m perceived to have been a decent colleague to all those that I’ve worked alongside and by my present work colleagues.
Life is as hard as we make it, we shouldn’t dwell on the past, only look to the future whilst enjoying and making the most of what we now have in the present. As the saying goes; “We fall down in order to learn how to get back up!”
Below are listed, a few of the guys that served with me when I was a member of the greatest Scooter Club ever formed.
The Doormen listed are but a few of the lads that I either worked alongside or were in my employ and I’d like to take the opportunity to thank them for all their efforts and time, operating in an environment that very rarely gives out accolades. I must apologise to all the lads that ‘stood’ with me that I’ve overlooked and aren’t named. Long time friends in general don’t need to be ‘listed’, “you’ll always be there fellas” and remember …….. “The strongest weapon of all, is the heart of a volunteer!”
Bradford Scooter Club
Stuart Drake
Russ Hodgson
Andy Womersley
Duggie Johnson
Steve ‘Jock’
Johnson (RIP)
Jeff Johnson
Brian Hudson
Dave Watson (Winker)
Zippy
Dave (Boy) Evans
Dean Halmshaw
Andy Russian
Ian Fearnley
Don Fearnley
Ian Parkin
Paul Greig
Malcolm Nelson
Chris Doherty
Ducka
Simmo
Glen Parkin
Stuart Royston (Berwyn)
Nick Finnigan (Swift Nick)
Tony Finnigan
Dave Allen
Chris Wormold
Kevin Hodgson
Steve Mullaney (Joe 90)
Bob (Hairy) Gledhill
Andy Ryan
Anthony (Buzz) Beaumont
Tony Mann
Ray the baker
‘Quiet’ Steve
Dave Myers (RIP)
Sean McNulty
Paul Peterson
Dave Suter
Dave Smith
‘Sneaker’
‘Ron Miller’
‘Shipley’ Glen
Doormen
Gary Kinder
Dean Loynes
Trevor Cruxon
Paul Airey
Jimmy Donnally
Martin Poutney
Geoff Watson
Paul Hamson
Billy Hamson
Mark Zamma
Graham Nalton
Bob Siree
Ian Siree
John Pye
Alan Mullaney
Roger
Garffy
Richard
‘Tattooed’ Barry
Dave Holmes
Farrouke
Jim Goodall
Gary Wilson
Andy Long
‘Black’ Tony
Tony Lumb
Jason
Abby
Simon
Pete Tidswell
‘Poney-tail’ Mark
Piotre
Steve Spalding
John Spalding
Morgan Duffy
Nathan
Jay
Big John
Slick
Hardy
Nicky Muff
Joe 90
Kev Hodgson
Mick
Danny Donlon
Paul Rigby
Jamie
Robin
Big Tony
Tebor
Max
Tom
Ozzy
Stevie
Ivan
Steve Chapman
Richard Butcher
Huddy
Dave York
Scotty
Chris
Sean
Budgie
Chalmers
Dave Flynn
Lionel
Darrell
Keith
Bri Pollard
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