I leave Bermuda tonight for Gatwick and on Saturday my son and I will be at The Valley for the Sheffield Wednesday game. In my 7 years in exile I don’t think I have left it this late in the season to see a game in the flesh but after Carlisle I will at least be approaching the game in a more moderate state of mind. After seeing both Curbs and Pardew’s last game I was anticipating I might witness Parky’s last as well but that now seems unlikely.
Form has had no place in Division 3 this season but Wednesday have been on a nice run (no defeats in 6). All I ask of us is that we attempt to play for the full 90 minutes and that the 300 or so who travelled to Brunton Park rub a bit of their euphoria on those that didn’t.
The rest of the week I will spend with my son in East Sussex, who made me and his Mum so proud last week by passing his 11+ exams. The school system in Kent propagates unbelievable stress at just 10-years old but he was a picture of calm leading up to the exams in early September and his pass means that he can get accepted into one of the counties grammar schools, which we need to choose soon for a start next September.
Whatever one’s thoughts on the Kent Test or the 11+ it exists, and therefore so does the opportunity to get the very best education for your child. It’s a simple philosphy and I will be cuddling him a little bit more than usual this week.