I’ve had some great times watching Watford FC at Vicarage Road and elsewhere. Never, though, when I took my daughter along…
When I was A young boy My father He took me into Watford To see the Hornets play He said "Son when You grow up Will you take Your daughter into Watford To see the Hornets play?" He said "Will you Depress her, Your daughter And all the Vic'rage Roaders With goals that we let in? Because each time You go there With Alice The Hornets will be rubbish You'll never see them win"
(to the tune of “Welcome to the Black Parade” by My Chemical Romance)
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Your father, bless his soul, seems to have an overly jaundiced view of the ‘Orns future prospects. Of course there are plenty of disappointing games, but from my own experiences real ‘highs’ are more than adequate compensation taken over the long-term.
Peaks and troughs – elation and despair, that’s the reality.
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Thanks, you’re quite right of course. I’ve added a qualification at the beginning. My daughter has just been very unlucky in that respect – alas, much more of the despair than the elation!