Success #1

Well, a little success, anyway.

I emailed loads of people and such like, and the only person to even acknowledge me was - to his credit - my MP, David Borrow (Lab.)

I had received an immediate automated response, promising to look into my query and then heard nothing for weeks. But then a letter popped through my letter box yesterday, and it said this

"Dear Mr _______,

Thank you for your email, the contents of which have been noted.

I am looking into the points you have raised and I have written to Lord David Treasman, the Chairman of the Football Association at the F.A. Headquarters in London. I have asked Lord Treasman to consider the points you have raised in your e-mail and let me have his thoughts on the matter.

I will contact you again as soon as I have more information.

Yours sincerely,

David Borrow MP"

David Borrow MP: Thoroughly nice chap.


Get in!

I had emailed the FA, but obviously they ignored me, so maybe a politician might get some kind of response from them.

Have to say though, good on old Mr Borrow for bothering - I didn't honestly think I was going to get anywhere.

Anyway, I'll post more stuff if I hear anything.

The Pod

What to do...?

I'll be a monkey's uncle if I've got any idea what to do or where to go next.

All I can think is that I'm going to get emailing people that may be interested in what I'm proposing. The PFA, prominent ex-pros, newspapers, my MP...

If I get any answers I'll post them here. Here goes....

The Pod

Intro

Hi.

I've set this blog up as a start of my crusade to rid us of half-rate, career-pushing vacant artless muppets singing "Abide With Me" at our FA Cup final.

One of the greatest sights in the world is the 70,000 or so fans belting this tune out with everything they've got. Fat men with their tops off in tears are sadly a thing of the past as we've seen, over the last few years, the tenor or soprano currently with a CD to push screeching out arpeggios all over this once most beautiful moment.

picture of a fat man crying like what they did before russell bloody watson came along and sucked the life out of Abide with Me with his tenory lungs

I've called this blog "Abide with us" because I think that this moment is ours - it's a moment of public collective unity that's been robbed from us by crass commercialism.

Anyway. Join me. If you go to the next final, belt it out and drown out the warbling tosser with the mike.

The Pod