In just over 6 hours time, I will getting up very early to make the long trip to York to watch Bath City.
I was in fact born in York and moved south when I was a baby. I say I moved down, I didn’t have much of a choice in the matter. I was taken to Bristol in a cot and being an infant, didn’t complain. Actually, I probably did complain. All babies do. I probably screamed and cried about the fact I was hungry, had soiled myself and the fact I hadn’t had my daily dose of Cow & Gate (remember, mums – healthy babies are happy babies). I don’t however think I was crying because of the fact I was moving from the town of flat caps and whippets to the land of farmers and cider.
I haven’t been back to York since and do not remember anything about the city of my birth. For all I know, I could have been born in Outer Mongolia and everything I have previously been told by my parents has been a lie.
On most away trips, we arrive a couple of hours before kick off. Normally I would go and find something to eat or drink, buy a match day programme and explore the football stadium. Tomorrow may be different. York is famous for many reasons – not only was I born there, but the city is known for having a chocolate factory – something I must visit!
After I have met Willy Wonka and kidnapped one of his Umpa Lumpas, I will try and find the place of my birth. It should be easy to locate. I would expect nothing less than a shrine, complete with a thousand candles, photos and worshippers visiting on a daily basis.
Hopefully Saturday will be a day of lots of chocolate, a visit to my own personal shrine and, of course, 3 points for Bath City… and a pet Umpa Lumpa.
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