Wednesday, 4 January 2012

Storytelling Sunday

For the past few months some of the bloggers that I follow were doing something called 'Storytelling Sunday'.   I got treated to some of the most wonderful stories, but I thought that they were just for a few select people. I later found out that it was for anyone and that it was started over at  From High In The Sky.  So this year I have decided to join in too.  I am not sure how often I will find the time so I am just going to roll with it.  I wasn't going to write a story this week as I don't have a New Year story.  I have no memories of any New Year celebrations and when I was old enough to work I always volunteered for a shift as it was double time :-)  However, after reading all of the stories posted so far I have decided that it isn't too late to join in with a random story about us.  This one answers a question that many of you have asked me in the past.

How one became red ...

Most of our photos, no matter where we happen to be, look like this ...

or this ...

or this ...

or this.

Do you see a pattern forming?  No?  Look more closely at the shirts ... now do you see it?  Our family is black & white.  There is no other option as each child had their own Newcastle United strip from birth.  I didn't even have a choice in this matter so even I became black & white. Although when it came down to actually buying a shirt for myself I chose an away strip that was blue :-) (And I have only worn it once when I went to a match).

One year The Extrovert started a conversation with "Dad, you support Newcastle because you were born there ..."
There is never going to be a happy ending when a conversation starts like this!
To which Dad replied with a long, quiet, drawn out "Yeeeeessssssssss".
"Well I wasn't born there so do I have to support Newcastle too?"
Can you picture the silence at this point?  I bet a million things were going through the Dad's head.
"I guess you could, but do you want to?"
"Oh, yes.  I really want to support Liverpool" was the reply given to the very shocked Dad.
"But why????"
"Because I like them and they play well, and I want to choose my own team."
At this point I was expecting WW3 to break out in the kitchen and I was relieved to here the Dad say "If that is what you want then you may, but I will never buy you a shirt.  You will have to buy your own from now on."

The next few months past and The Extrovert stuck to his guns and supported Liverpool.  He got a bit of ribbing at school and from the family, but he never wavered.  Christmas was coming and he cheekily asked for a Liverpool shirt even though he was told he wouldn't be getting one.  He could buy one after Christmas if he got any money.  The Dad was stuck in a quandary ... he always bought both boys a Newcastle shirt.  What was he going to do?  But love for his son won out and he decided to buy them both a shirt still.  We had to drive to Dublin to get Newcastle shirts (Liverpool ones could be bought anywhere) so we drove up one day to try to get as many presents bought at one time as we possibly could.

The first stop was the sporting goods store.  The entire drive the Dad was fighting it out in his head.  He couldn't believe he was about to buy a Liverpool shirt.  When we walked into the store he chose the Newcastle shirt he wanted and took it to the counter to have a name put on it.  He then also asked the attendant for a Liverpool shirt in the same size.  The attendant pointed to the rack and said to grab one from their.  The Dad just looked at him and replied "I am not touching that shirt, could you please go get it".  I think the attendant was very confused but he selected the shirt and printed the names on them and then the penny dropped.  He tried very hard not to laugh as The Dad paid for both shirts.  The minute we were out of the shop he handed the bag to me. "I have paid for it, that is enough.  I am NOT carrying a Liverpool shirt around all day!"  He would only go so far, and he went further than I would have ever imagined.

So Christmas morning The Thinker unwrapped a Newcastle shirt with his own name on the back.  And much to The Extroverts surprise, he unwrapped a Liverpool shirt with his own name on the back.  Lovingly given by his dad.

And to this day, our family looks more like this ...

Always one bright patch of red amongst the black & white.

And that is my first story for Storytelling Sunday Wednesday.  And to this day we still don't know why he chose Liverpool as there wasn't another Liverpool supporter at school, or in the family.  Living in rural Ireland there were all sorts of teams represented in his school of 43 kids.  His only saving grace was that he didn't choose Manchester United ... I don't think his Dad would have been so kind :D


Footnote: Thankfully there is one team they can all agree on.  For this one I become the odd one out :-)


  1. lol, three of our children support Spurs like their Dad but the eldest, poor thing, supports West Ham, so I know what a wonderful gesture that was x

  2. Definitely better late than never - although you aren't actually late at all because I always keep the linky open all week :) It's an absolute pleasure to have you join us for the start of the 2012 season. Thank you. And it's absolutely not just for "the select few" - we're very all-inclusive at High in the Sky! So please do encourage any other bloggers you know who might be interested.

    Happy New Year to you and that lovely football mad family of yours!

  3. Love how you've told the story. I'm looking forward to your story next month. Happy New Year.

  4. oh my goodness, what a sweet, sweet story! :) I have a husband that is a die hard for a certain sports team, but I have 3 girls, and only one interested in sport of any she kindly follows her dad. I love your fun to see your family! :)
    Thank you so much for being a kind and faithful blog reader......I appreciate your visits and comments so much! <3 Happy New Year!!

  5. That's a great story, Chipper and good to know your husband's a softie at heart! Look forward to following your family adventures.

  6. What a fab story I think all kids develop their own tastes as they grow. DH is a Man U supporter and I am born and bred Spurs our little one is too young to get football but the other three support Fulham (cos he saw a match there) Man U (daddy's boy) and Chelsea (because her bestie is called Chelsea lol). Loved reading your tale xxx

  7. Wonderful story. Just getting to check some out :-) Happy storytelling! Love your little bios on your family too!


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