My father is currently very poorly in hospital. A
since 1955, we’ve had some very difficult weeks and equally some very upsetting conversations. I went to visit today, kept him up to date with the score. I said did he want to listen to the last 10mins - with a set of headphones, he’s kicked every ball, made countless tackles and headers with the lads. At the end, he finally had that sparkle back - he’s far from out of the woods, but said he wouldn’t quit on us as
never quit. The sheer power of football and just one result. If I could, I’d give a huge hug to Ruud and all of them today. My father & I have so needed that little lift.