Are then any inconsequential situations that occasionally return to your thoughts long after they should have been forgotten. I am stressing trivial here.
For me it’s a goal I didn’t score, away at Mixenden, just breaking into Halifax Irish Democratic Clubs first team (the best team in Halifax). I was sub but got on after about five minutes. Before half time, not sure when exactly. I had dribbled/weaved around six players and then about ten yards from goal, cooly slotted it past the keeper only for it to hit the post and roll along the line.
Walking off at half time injured Halifax Town player Paul Hendrie (Lee’s dad) who had come to watch as Town were away down South smiled and shook his head at me without saying a word, obviously related to the dribble or the miss.
How fucking trivial is that to still pop into my head from time to time.